Grace in Trouble

Soot and slime,

slowly blanket landscape.

Clenched fist strikes the ground-

Yet there are kindnesses still-

our pocket watch

ticks dutifully,

Wildfire flames

crawl to boundaries

where dew has sprinkled-

throw off prisms

From the sun that rises on the just

and the unjust.

Unspeakable Joy

Speaking of thick-knit

shadows, sweaters draped on chairs-

mine the beam of joy.