…because I’m not sure where to go from here, from medium.

Ana Bonđžić, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Done with social
media: all.
No posts, no play —
goodbye, guildhall.

To follow? Moot!
To lead? A pain!
To quit ahead
leaves behind gain.

Poetry fails
in blog substrate.
What once was loved
has lost its weight.

Words won’t save
or give pennance —
they contribute
to the sentence.



…gratitude stretching to infinity.

Spiral galaxy NGC 1512. Public domain. commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2653262

James Edwin Webb
does still abide
for physicists
his death denied.

Sent to wander
dark arena
armed with mirrors…
and subpoena.

True lenses give
depth, breadth, and scope
to what’s now seen
beyond trust’s hope.

We wonderers
rely on light
of internet
to track Webb’s flight.

NOTE: James Edwin Webb (1906–1992-Infinity). May his spirit and energy live forever in the peace and wonder and gift of space. I am so grateful to have new views of other galaxies in the midst of all the other “news” going on now in humanity’s realm.



The liquidity of time.

Water. Photography. Timetravel.

Old summer was
so much less hot
than this one is…
I kid you not.

But kid I was
in way back when
and our old pool
did make me grin.

Cold water from
a bright green hose.
A one-piece suit
no shoes, no clothes.

Where is she now —
This young daughter?
In wrinkled tank
and time-water.

NOTE: Photo: July 1968. Who I was before Roe v. Wade. There is “climate change” going on now at every level. It’s all just so…hot.



Mary L. Holden

A constantly evaporating editor and writer. Believer in medium since 2013 when they made me wait for an invitation….