Becoming Ourselves

Judy Neunuebel

Judy Neunuebel

No matter how hard
we try to hold to things
they simply refuse to stay put
but slip into the things
they are becoming

Dream becomes memory
Hope becomes celebration
Ambition becomes achievement
Joy becomes recollection
Wounds become scars

The pruned lilac bush
pushes where she is cut
A lopped limb turns into four
as the flowered clusters
bend sweetly weeping

The yellow dog watches
from his place on the deck
Yesterday’s puppy now matured
into the full stature of today
premonitions of tomorrow

Old men bow their heads
clasp their hands in prayer
Repeat as though little children
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee, Lord, my soul . . .

“While the earth breaks the soft horizon
eastward, we study how to deserve
what has already been given us.” ~ William Stafford


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Becoming Ourselves

  1. the divine engine of perpetual motion

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Nice writing, Peter. Thanks for reading my work.


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