by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 12, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Slow Lane in the Grocery StoreOnly one cash register of six is openAt the local grocery store.Most of the customers use the self-check.They say it’s quicker as if this was my goal. I prefer the slow laneWhere the checker Maria chats with each of us.She retired from...
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 5, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Bearings without GPSYears ago, I rode my bike everywhere.I knew the backroads.I avoided busy intersections.Then I bought a car and got lost.In my later years I’ve abandoned my car.I walk everywhere.I know the gardens and backroads of my town.I find narrow walkways and...
by Abbe Rolnick | May 29, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Taste BudsWilted lettuce past its prime, The grounds of coffee used once too many times,The sweetness of honey,Raspberries plucked at their peak,Which do you seek?I shy away from bitter—an After taste, that wastes my buds.I appreciate sea salt on freshly baked...
by Abbe Rolnick | May 8, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Holding HandsDeals have been made with the shaking of a hand.Honor kept by the touching of skin on skin,Eye meeting eyes.A promise valued from a worthy history.When walking hand in handThe offer signals a willingness to trust.A promise to share, give, and...
by Abbe Rolnick | May 1, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
An Unexpected GiftTake this to warm you.A shawl woven in blue and yellowA hand-me down momentWhere eyes met And women connect.A pebble glistening in the sunRainbows of metallic pastsHoned by the river’s edgeA skipping stoneHeart shaped in time and hope.Lichen, crusty...
