If I Could Change One Thing

When I wake up in the morning,

I would like to change

Something in my backyard.

(I know you are with me, 

Still …..unseen

As of this moment,

But standing 

By our bed as I wake up in the morning.)

 

So, this thing

I want to change 

In the backyard is……

Something about society, being social, being adequate;

About humanity, and love and life review.

 

So far, 

It has no label or word or name.

But it is blue.

And, I think that they call it peace.

Could it be a barbeque ? Yes. 

Could it be a rock ? Yes.

Could it be the future ? Yes.

The Filtering Rain

Dusk walking down the sidewalk.
The rain filters.
We need that again.
The red-breasted robin
Almost crossed.
Coming from the other side,
The squirrel actually did,
And took me by surprise
As it chased the robin.

The Love For Humanity

The pleasure is so vast,
Of love.
The couples in my chest
Of memory; the obstacle I sit with
And of pain.

I feel a soul call, and weirdly time calls.
And I wonder what this means
In that there seems no answer in this
Vase. “Ode On A Grecian Urn”
Turns slowly.

My center is so full, and not of spectacle, but of the
Small things and moments
Where all of their lives, combined with mine…
The love for humanity.
A personal-universal,
The blank, and balking plank
And black and white polarity of the words’ needs, and
If they are nurturing
The red rice and beans, the men,
The Cajun, Ethiopian; me, woman, women;
U.S.A., D.N.A., and love for humanity.

Ginger Ingalls 2012

Utterly Smooth

I am through and got through the nausea, diarrhea, and severe tiredness,

I got through once that my leg muscles folded like a fan under me; and I crumpled to the floor in a posh restaurant as I stood after eating.

The body cream used to treat calving or chafed cow teats was FUN to use.

My cracking, bleeding, dry hands became practical-ethereal as this cream can be used for humans, too.

Vegetarianism aside, I would like to thank the cow.

Praise

Today I woke up to an email from an old friend and saying “Praise be to God.”
I felt good by this, and meeting the new rector of my neighborhood church tonight at a dinner.

Why ? Where do I fit into this past-future ?

The personal-universal love is me seeking. A hug with you.

How many events and who are those people we allow to escape us because we do not LOVE THEM ?

What would it take TO FEEL ?

Here’s a poem I’ve written, dedicated to YOU praising the day, what it brings.

Autumn Petunias In Bloom
Confidence you can count on
When it all adds up
To neither work nor play ?
Confidence….you….can….count….on.
Even earthquake or hurricane
Is worth
A piece of the moon
And garden boxes
Of petunias still in bloom.
As women’s weather.

c 2011 Ginger Ingalls