Poems by Mike Garofalo

Poetry by Michael P. Garofalo

Above the Fog 

Pulling Onions  

Cuttings: Haiku and Short Poems  

Concrete Poetry  

Meetings with Taoist Master Chang San-Feng   

 

Shifu Miao Zhang Points the Way  

 

Cloud Hands Blog  

 

Full Moon in the Morning Sky   

 

One Short of a Baker's Dozen

Poetry by
Michael P. Garofalo
Red Bluff, California

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Yellow Patty-Pans in the Pure Sunshine

Hardly thinking, mind still,
Strolling out into the garden;
Awakening in the dawn glow,
Summer sun rising over the cloudless Cascades.

Deep green fat squash leaves,
Worry free, covering the damp clay soil.
My hands search the straw mulch for
Spaghetti squash, patty pans, crook necks,
     zucchini, pumpkins, cantaloupes, cucumbers, gourds …
All fattening on water, sun, and soil.

I touch the vines and smile, grasping colored fruits,
Worry free, pleased just to be
Me, the sum of things, I am That,
Living and dead, endless vines of beings,
A billion bees sucking a trillion flowers,
In the Valley Spirit of a million summers. 
Past and Present merge Now,
As I fill to the brim with twining thoughts,
Fattening on ideas, memories, fantasies, images, reflections,
A pumpkin mind, full of invisible mind seeds,
A growing matrix of wonderful words. 

As it should be. 
-  By Mike Garofalo