Last Week, Today

Last week I asked myself--why do I feel so out of synch?

Today I answered myself--because I'm too far away from what I love.

A poem

Honesty

First there is the dog
eating hamburger
nose buried, mouth
working double time
that muffled sound
of scarfing

Second there is the child
on swing, legs pumping
smile wide, wild
toes pointed
to sky

Third there is the pencil
pressing page creating
words so erasable
there is no reason
to lie