Just getting ready to publish a book collection to be titled

All of it, So Far   poetry by Anita I. May

It should be available through me or Zeitzeist Press by the end of the year.

So, glad I found my way back here.

When I think of God, as I often do
It is not with worry or deep regret.
I remember a time, I thought I knew
At least a few of the answers and yet-

Time works to conceal more than it reveals.
Still, when I close my eyes I see some truth.
Opening to the silence is what heals,
no longer hostage to my need for proof.

I acknowledge that evil cannot be
understood, but reject its authority.
Surrender into the arms of God's mercy,
certainty is not my priority.

Hope sings off key to open the heart,
be present and listen it is a start.



revised 10/2022

A Sonnet to What & Why

When I think of God, as I often do
It is not with worry or deep regret.
I remember a time, I thought I knew
At least a few of the answers and yet-

Time works to conceal more than it reveals.
Still, when I close my eyes I see some truth.
Opening to the silence is what heals,
no longer hostage to my need for proof.

I acknowledge that evil cannot be
understood, but reject its authority.
Surrender into the arms of God's mercy,
certainty is not my priority.

Hope sings off-key to open the heart,
be present and listen it is a start.



revised 11/2012

Comfortable in my Skin & Out of my Mind

Maybe the earth is just an experiment.

Maybe the new sun
the scientist discovered today will be
the next experimental station. Maybe

everything we have done here
has a purpose, maybe

it won't be repeated
in that new universe. Maybe

joy has the only resonance. Maybe the

fact that pain, anger and
despair are so prevalent here is to push us
out of this world into the next and urge us on to the new sun.

Maybe the body grows old but the mind still dances.

Maybe the family is torn apart
but we can still use the phone to call a truce.

Maybe everything doesn't matter so much to me 

because I have someone, a certain one who does.

Sometimes or maybe even many times loving even one person 

is enough of a reason to be here,

right here with these problems
and these limitations, 

because loving even one person is enough.

What She Taught Me

for my mother Irene Clotilde Luque May


In this world
you have to be patient,
there is a reason the sweetest food is served
in limited quantity, at the end of the meal.

In this world everything waits for something else,
body is only an envelope, spirit is the message.
Courage is a tool to bring experience
out of possibility into the realm of time.

Time is a whirling ancient
dancing to the rhythms of life.

With head thrown back,
mouth wide open,
eyes rolling up
and arms out stretched.

Turning, (what seems to us
riding on the hem of time's coat)
faster and ever faster
till the turning throws us back

into the sea of all that is
and all that is yet to be.

Black was the night

empty of stars

Mist hung a limp cape 

on the bare shoulder of the hills and

I dreamed I could see the shape of life-

In the darkness of knowing and not naming.