Beyond Badges and Barbed Wire
 
Baklava
 
River Run
 
Perfect Pen
 
Red Ride
 
Raven Heart
 
That Wild Thing
 
Tsunami
 
August 4th
 
Urban Spring
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

 
Feline Wisdom 

Have you ever noticed
The whisperings
Of the bamboo
Leaves?

The songs of
The cedars?
The longings 
Of the old
Sturdy redwood?

I circle
My plot of
Land,
My urban
Yard,
And sit
On my
Bench,
Under the 
Trees.
Listening.

My cat sits
With me.
No appointments
Or meetings.
No rushing.
She stretches out
Her right paw
Waits, listens.
Content, I imagine
In the moment,
Graced
With the 
Ability
To be.
Not measuring
Herself against
Her unfinished
To do list.  

 Diane Sherman   /   2006