I ran into my day today

Out of bed on two feet and down the steps to sugary cereal and hours of tv cartoons

I ran into my day today

Quickly to bus stop grabbing at my things and hoping it was all there

I ran into my day today

Across the room to silence the offending alarm after a long long night of books and beer

I ran into my day today

Unwillingly pulled from a dream by my beautiful crying baby

I ran into my day today

Into a daily routine of loving and watching

coaxing urging praising feeding nagging supplying

I ran into my day today

And there was nothing there

I ran into my day today

One foot in front of the other watching the bricks and pavement go by

I ran into my day today

Nov 20 2009


This is the time of year when the starlings flock.

I can’t help but inspire deeply and quickly

with quickened heart, and smile

when they are wakening in the morning,

firing from their eaves

or whatever lodgings they’d been hiding in,

waiting to ambush our very existence at first light

loudly – insistently – rousing each other and

anyone lucky enough to have an open window, able to enjoy the event with

a morning coffee.

But I love it best when

starlings flock at dusk,

when the crescent moon reclines and

the sky comes into lavender blue perfection – the hue

of periwinkles and heliotropes.

Singing, they flock and gather… a blanket of dreams o’er a cloth of day’s tales,

a thrilling signal that all should hurry

home for nightfall –

hurry home to loved ones and favorite places.

Evening, now, goodnight.

-kathleen c cooper. october 1, 2012