The stars do not seek our recognition.
The birds do not sing to win our smiles.
The tides do not change at our bidding.
Our songs the ancient hills do not require.
Despite the fervor of our praises,
Nature remains both guarded and aloof.
Unconvinced by the ardor of our…
The foot prints of seabirds
leave scribbles on the sand
where the water meets the land.
I too leave my footprints
all over my work
tracks that show what I felt
and the lessons I learned.
Watching the antics of energetic birds,
Where I sprinted, where I fell,
Memories spring forth in unexpected places
like wild mushrooms sprouting with the rain.
A taste, a smell, or a wayward conversation,
may deliver errant messages of happiness or pain.
The things we wish most to forget, the errors and the slights
appear like ghosts in daylight or sabotage our nights.
I love feeding the birds, especially in winter. For years I have faithfully kept the suet and seed feeders full for the many varieties of wild birds, large and small, that regularly visit them.
This year marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of my father, Carl Antonelli, 1922–2005. One of the things I miss most about my father is what a gifted storyteller he was. Nearly all his stories were leavened with a healthy dose of self-deprecation, sure to make his listeners laugh…
The borderlands can be dangerous places
whether between nations or inside our minds.
Self-doubt and illogic may soon become persuasive
subverting the acuity an honest question provides.
The outcast, the angry, and the sorely aggrieved
may seek support from those who share their views.
Yet a solitary seeker, determined to succeed
I was strapped inside a helicopter,
my thoughts chattering so loudly
they drowned out the clattering blades,
hovering, but never touching the world below,
creating a feeling of both detachment and longing,
deciding finally to jump, my parachute
a translucent silver dome,
drifting among the vaporous clouds,
waving to the…
A cat feels no guilt
for doing what a cat does
choosing its own way
If I ever return in this epoch-cycle-of-life-and- death, I want to come back as a cat. Not just any cat, mind you, but as a pampered and much-loved house cat, that most complacent of creatures.