On Common Ground
We live in
the same place.
Respect each
other's space.
Greet one another
with a wave.
We will never
be identical, but
we can grow
on common ground.
On Common Ground
We live in
the same place.
Respect each
other's space.
Greet one another
with a wave.
We will never
be identical, but
we can grow
on common ground.
Old and New
Gifts in the Garden
Flowers that grow
and colors they display.
Pollinators that fly in
and their valuable
work.
Birds of different feathers
and the songs they sing.
Gifts in the garden
I may receive any day.
The flowers open
at different times.
Some have petals
that need to unfold
and continue to grow.
Others have reached
their full size
and begun to fade.
They stand together
in a natural arrangement.
A Lift
Give me a lift,
a small shift up.
The gift I need.
Allows a view
filled with new scenes
of true beauty.
The poem is written in a Burmese form called than-bauk.
Rain falls overnight.
When the morning comes, it stops.
Flowers soak it up.