Arms wide
Vulnerable
Bare
Exposed
At Your mercy
Again
Will I ever escape
(I want to escape)
The surgical suite
The surgical suite
Of life
Put me under
Put me under
Please
Surgical Suite
Substitute
Sometimes it
Seems like
Everything
I do
Is a substitute
For you
Just a substitute
For you
The Rock
Split hoof print embedded
Some lost long eons ago
It’s a part of our story
Ties us
Binds us
The pasture trek a
Summer ritual
Rusty well water and saltines sustain
The farm’s sold now
Thank you for moving it to Lornie’s
It’s comforting/stabilizing to know it’s close at hand
Should I ever need to visit
(and I might)
Prairie oh prairie
How you call me home
Is that what’s the matter with me
I moved
Too Much
Oh world of hypercolor realism
Crave I rest and simplicity
black and white and
shades of grey
hey
Triangles
Triangles triangles
There has to be triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Arranged on a tray
(crusts facing out
points facing in and)
Lots of them
(don't skimp)
There has to be lots
Because
When
Death
Comes
Traditions like triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Are all that
Keep one
Bound to the earth
Little sandwich triangles
Bad coffee
Squares
(Dainties in Saskatchewan)
Thank you for coming
I'm so sorry for your loss
Keep one
From coming
Undone
Repose
Waiting by the water
You whisper my name
I am here
I am here
I am here
Your Space
I see you
hunting
silent
stealth
challenging to feed
you and yours
naked bold
quick ones scatter
I grow large then
star shape (but)
I'm not large
fierce as you
silently slip
habitat lost
(please don’t hunt me please)
we size up
separate
grateful for mercy
grateful for grace
Monumentfull
Your great giants
Swallow
I cower
Power and
Silence
Shrinks me
Small
Old Momma’s Lament
I miss the days
When the problems were small
And I felt capable
Of solving them all
Milky Tea
Milky Tea
Slurped from the saucer
Norman don’t do that
A sidelong glance
Thank goodness for Grandpas
Who
Do
Things
Their
Own
Way
(not always polite)
Watch and Learn
wee ones
Watch and Learn
Walk your own way
Walk your own way
Even if you get heck
Walk your own way
Colleen R. Jantzen 