I have everything;
material riches
galore! yet there are
the same thin, infinite
spaces between them as
everyone else’s alive.
many with much, much
less, find far more
abundantly, joy in these,
their sparse spaces.
Gary Edward Geraci
I have everything;
material riches
galore! yet there are
the same thin, infinite
spaces between them as
everyone else’s alive.
many with much, much
less, find far more
abundantly, joy in these,
their sparse spaces.
Gary Edward Geraci
Infallibly so,
He’s not magical you know,
Impeccable, no.
Gary Edward Geraci
(Darrin Creech 1965-2024)
The teen who turns his
head down when you drive by, wave
and pray anyway;
a trophy bass! With royal
music on the radio,
sit straight and your head, hold high;
we’re fishing for men.
Gary Edward Geraci
Fuzz-back, black
caterpillars,
among the smooth,
puckered, spotted
crawlers; myriads,
strewn along our
hike seen. but it’s
the invisible,
unseen varieties,
high creation,
tickling one’s
loftiest thoughts!
angels guiding
forces and fields,
near and far, their
contemplation,
drawing unity
among diverse
people, people God
Speaks about with
a human tongue.
Gary Edward Geraci