Engagement

Dora is never ready
when you pull up in a car
and honk.

She won’t be ready,
until you get out of the car
and call at the door.

Dora will let you drive away
pissing and moaning
about her fidelity.

She knows where she’s going.
You are not her driver.
She is not along for your ride.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

Test Of Time

Dora sat writing poems with a fountain pen.
She wrote outside during a thunderstorm.
The armchair poets would unplug their computers.
The blood and guts poets would thrust their fountain pens skyward.

Dora’s three legged dog balanced comfortably.
Dora rescued the dog from the people who ran her over.
The people who ran her over loved her and owned her.
The dog was happy to be freed from their lazy love.

The dog refused to fear thunder and lightning.
Dora had taught the dog to count between flash and boom.
The dog calculated distance, thus threat.
She hobbled inside when the count got down to two.

Dora will teach the dog to write poetry next.
Three legged poetry will stand the test of time.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

No Stone Tablets

Dora is the morning sunlight.
She is here with me.
She teaches me lessons so I may graduate.
The lessons are untamed wild things.
I am sweat soaked, exhausted and sunburnt.
I have nicks, sprains, pains, bruises and cuts.

The lessons are all about love.
The love is like Christian love without the dogma.
Love requires more courage than war.

Dora taught me not to set love down.
Not for a single second.
I must carry love into every action I perform each day.
Even simple actions like washing my face.
Or harder actions like looking deeply into my eyes in the mirror.

I am not quite sure how love plays on the baseball field.
Dora drops no hints, no fly balls either.
Love is a trial and error lesson where I must give it a go.

Dora is the evening sunlight.
Her light does not create hope in dark places.
Her light creates confidence in life’s success.

There are no lessons on sacrifice.
There are many lessons on respect.

I feel love strongest in my legs when I walk up the mountain.
The mountain is Dora’s teaching assistant.
It is easy to love in the heady air of the mountain top.
I must carry my learned lessons back to the valley
where people near the river live.

In time I will learn to see the mountain everywhere.
In time I will understand Dora’s burning heart.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

Array

When I brought Dora home for the first time,
I instantly knew my house could not contain her.
How could a man-made structure contain a mountain,
contain an ocean, or contain the sky?

Immediately, I felt very small, shaken by her mythic enormity.

Her hand grasped my hand, steadied the dizzy universe,
allowed me a glimpse of this blue earth from the moon.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

POSTSCRIPT

I am old enough that I remember the first time color photos of the Earth, the Apollo 8 Earthrise, set within the vastness of space were presented on television. It was a powerful moment. It changed my perception and perspective.

My father was a scientist. I have always liked science and prefer well done science (as opposed to pseudoscience) for determining the truths I cling to. The thing is that with everything that science does explain, I find it deepens my love of the mysteries—the things not explained or not explained yet.

One of those mysteries is that some people seem to be far larger than their bodies. Their presence and their magnetism appear to my perception to be far larger than they can be.

The character Dora that I write about is a character imbued with mythic or magical qualities. In my mind, magic is simply a knowledge I do not possess.

Love & Light

Kenneth