Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Returning
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


The catbirds have returned from their winter wherevers. They
are attitude in the thickets, claiming themselves, claiming 
territory, rambling on about a wide variety of things that are so 
very important to them, it would seem. I love them, how and 
when they show up like this and change a place - make it both 
more known and more mysterious. Oh, how I delight in these 
simple wonders that will rip your heart wide open if you let 
life in. I’m a mess every spring – torn apart, remembering my 
humanness. Returning.



© 2015/Jamie K. Reaser

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Sunday, April 26, 2015

Dog Prayers
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

If you are stroking a dog's soft ears,
you are praying for something
better to become of this
world. Perhaps, you don't see my
logic, 

but I bet you can
feel it.


(c) 2015/Jamie K. Reaser

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Friday, April 24, 2015

Living
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Everything that is me, cannot be
contained in one version of me,
cannot be contained at all,
really. There is so much in here
that wants to get out into the world
and try on a thousand – maybe 
a million – ways of being. “What
do you do?” Oh, so many things.
So many wonderful things.


© 2015/Jamie K. Reaser

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Hiding Easter Eggs
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

She was terrible at it.
We’d find the pastel-colored, plastic
eggs filled with stale candy months,
maybe a year or more, later.

Behind the curtains.
Under the sofa cushions.
Beneath the lamp shade.

Perhaps a family dog would eventually
alert us to them, or we’d get around
to cleaning, or be looking for something
necessary that we’d misplaced.

We’d say, “Count them first!”

We’d say, “Make a map!”

But, it never happened and we’d be
left to joke that we had a particularly
senile Easter Bunny.

We can lose things so easily.

***

“Be attentive,” counsels Mary Oliver.

***

Tomorrow, we’ll hide eggs for the kids.

Across the green lawn.
In the trees and shrubbery.
On the jungle gym.

When all is said and done,
the baskets filled and
the sugar coursing, we’ll pretend
to have lost at least one.

We’ll say, “That’s in honor of
Grandma Billie.” And, they’ll
think us nuts.

***

It’ll be our way of being attentive.



© 2015/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Portraits" (a work in progress)

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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

You Are Deserving




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I’m not sure that the little black cat wanted
to be held, but she was going to make sure
that it experienced human love before she
passed back through the gate and onto the
street we would use to go someplace else.

That was her boundless way: to assume that
love simply belonged in a place and to put
it there whenever it occurred to her to do so.

It’s an interesting way to live:

being uncompromising in one’s stance that this
world make a place for love. I think, perhaps,
she realized that time was of the essence, that
there are so many of us that need to be picked
up and shown, in no uncertain terms, that we are
deserving. One can wander the yard for years
without knowing such a vital thing.

This morning, I’ve been wondering what happened
to that little black cat. Maybe the power of her love
magically turned it into something else later that
day. I’m imagining it now as a feisty angel. In my
mind’s eye, it has come from the heavens to pick
her up, ready or not, saying:

“Love. You are deserving!”

And, through the gate she goes.


© 2015/Jamie K. Reaser
For Kelsey Collins
From “Portraits” (a work in progress)

Saturday, March 21, 2015

When Spring Teases
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


Sometimes the words that come by 
say: “Don’t listen to me. Not yet.”
They know this makes me curious,
and attentive.

Right now, spring is doing the same thing;
she’s teasing,

and I want her presence all the more.



© 2015/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Wonderment: New and Selected Poems"
A work in progress

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