Author Archives: Margaret Dubay Mikus

Remembering the First Day of Spring

Dorothy

It has come to my attention
that I have forgotten
the day of the year my sister died
even though it was the first day of spring
easy enough to remember.
And thus it passed by this year
without commemoration.
Upon reflection then
it seemed…perhaps…
necessary for survival.
How to get up out of
the dark, deep, dank well
of grief and choose
to live
without her.

Now, aware again
tears flowing again
but perhaps
more resilient now
than I was then
I can allow myself
to remember.

One thing I have to say
it may not have happened that way
an interpretive dance
from this precise distance
on this particular summer day.

I know I spoke of her sometimes
I know I cried sometimes.

I know I was recovering from
a total knee replacement
a big deal.

I know the country
has gone crazy and
the world is in disarray

the wars and starvation
the fires, droughts, storms and floods and
other diminutions of free-flowing energy.

When I asked her, nearing the end
what she was most afraid of, she said
that she would be forgotten

not knowing how deeply
and longingly and widely
she would be missed.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2025
 
From my poetic journal, 7/12/25

Portrait of Resistance: Minneapolis

Praise to the people of the north
who daily demonstrate
grit and determination
as a matter of course.
Not deflected by weather or curse
teargas, rough-handling or threat,
risking even death,
they continue to embody
innate neighborliness and
radical, reflexive kindness,
brave-love facing heartless cruelty.
A mother paying attention
to her young son’s compassion,
forms Haven Watch, volunteers to help
24/7 those released from ICE detention
with care, warmth, food and phones.
Roving crews of carpenters to repair
doors that were violently kicked in.
And those who record, protest, whistle, witness…
teaching empathy by example.
Without well-deserved rest,
Minneapolis displaying the best of us.
When faced with orchestrated fear
may their undeniable love,
their courage of kindness,
call out the best in all of us.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2026

From my poetic journal 1/29/26

Listening to R. Carlos Nakai “Saguaro Sunset”

And inspired by Carney’s speech at DAVOS

The words have not been lining up
calling to me, insisting I catch them
as waves hit and waves hit
and we struggle to breathe
much less smile for minutes carefree
Who will be left at the end of this
what will be recognizable?
Why, just why?
As what was underneath is exposed
and what do we do with that?
Reveal who we are, must be
As we try to sleep
as we eat and comfort
remembering to hydrate
and breathe as deep as can
As we grieve some and resolve
to be kind. even something small
even once…then again
As we donate and write
and act as if…and wait…
for light, radiant
I am not blind to what is
I absorb as much or a bit more
And then I need an antidote
to the toxic, the tragic, the traumatic
Something to carry me through
believing in better
as a possibility
Can you imagine with me?

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2026

From my poetic journal, 1/22/26

Watching Sunset, Fish Creek, Wis., (C) 2015 MDMikus

“The Coming Winter” by Krista Detor

“The Coming Winter” by Krista Detor

If we could be sure
this was the beginning
of the end of this mad dark
that we would not wake up
dreading another weary morning
wondering what new low
cruelty happened overnight
But we can’t know
at this point and just like
other black bottomless pit times
we have to keep breathing
maybe smile at someone
Find something today to be grateful for
Yes, it seems trite maybe
too small to make any difference
but this is how we will travel
to the other side—in baby steps
one foot, one breath
holding to some hope
like a balloon tied to a wrist
in a strong wind
but still holding on.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2025

From my poetic journal on 10/1/25

Listening to “The World Is Water”

9/30/25

Listening to “The World Is Water”

by Krista Detor

I don’t know what to tell you
about navigating these dark waters
how to get from day to next day
to some safe shore in the distance
Songs running in my head
are essential to me, a soundtrack
of vibrations that ground me and calm

And of course, I have been
on this boat before, heading off to the horizon
no guarantees of the outcome
Yet to persist, knowing at some point
I will land on the other side
and I (you) will look back
and the journey might seem inevitable

yet it wasn’t. I walk baby steps in a direction
determined, patient, trusting
somehow managing to hold on
to keep breathing. So, stop for now
Listen to this song and breathe it in
no matter the dire daily news
the discomfort of uncertainty
Hold on. Reach out. Breathe.
Find something beautiful
For a moment be grateful.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2025

From my poetic journal