Where I Find the Time

In leaving the clothes unfolded
and the dandelions alone.



I Look at the Clock

I look at the clock –
I see the time –
I know I see it –
but I still don’t know
what time it is –
and I have to
look at the clock
again

 
 
Have You Ever

Have you ever
slept so still
in order not to disturb
the cat
and then in the morning
you discover
the weight against your knees
was only a heap of blankets
the whole time
 
 
 
Zesting a Kumquat

is not easy.


Jessy Randall

 
If you have any thoughts about these poems,  Jessy Randall would be pleased to hear them