dogtrax

Forever in motion, you flow over rocks and ramble, while we, the debris, float with you, following you, trusting you to guide us back home

for #ds106 Daily Create

A little silence inside the cup of coffee; in morning, writing

A sudden puddle on the pavement of our street, a fun-house mirror

All day it continues, each kindness reaching toward another—a stranger singing to no one ...

— from For The Sake Of Strangers by Dorianne Laux

You spent your day in hesitation, waiting for the moment when kindness might come

But what if in that waiting, you missed the opportunity to receive the grace of another's reaching out

And so, too, today brings the possibility of each of us making one small act to alter the life of another

Sing the song another might hear

for #openwrite

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/152177/for-the-sake-of-strangers

Unexpectedly, swooping down, wings extended; a hawk on the hunt

I thought you should know the first one wasn't the last one — two others arrived afterwards, all born healthy and now settling into adulthood;

the oldest, the one you knew and loved and held and hugged, a maker of documentary films and creative arts;

the middle, the one you knew was coming but could not hold on long enough to see, a weekend club DJ in New York City;

the youngest, the one you never knew but might have loved the most, a hip-hop music producer living in a college room in Boston

I thought you should know we're doing OK

for my Mom, who died at an age younger than I am right now

for #openwrite

Settle in silence, then broken ever after with children's laughter

I feel just like a map - all longitude and lines - The time between us ascending

Inside the grid, you mark me, all attitude and latitude — but here we are, descending

You must think I'm invisible, for I am a man, barely peaking

But I'm waiting on the sunrise for this world to begin speaking

for OpenWrite with https://www.song-lyrics-generator.org.uk/

On an empty field of baseball's brightest diamond, two kids tossed a ball

for Algot

Upon reflection, I wonder if my words got angled, tangled up in emotion and syntax, the facts of what I was saying obscured, for surely, if I had been clear enough, if I had been articulate enough, if I had whispered loud enough, with passion, in a fashion, he might have listened; instead, he just upped and walked away

for OpenWrite