Took the long way home from getting a bag of sunflower seeds today. The birdies seem to have forgiven me already.
Two yellow rivers
Echoing forsythia
Along curvy roadTwo yellow rivers
Curving in time to the road
Forsythia timeTwo yellow rivers
Bank off the forsythias
Ricochet way homeTwo yellow rivers
Jumping bend to match the curves
Forsythia time.
Often there is a day or two in April where I write a poem but don’t share it. Hasn’t happened yet but this was close.
i will make a place
in my heart, a quiet place
where we both may restdisregard my fear
speaking in such angry tones
let me set it downwhere shall we be when
we have released everything
and we sit with fearlet me live this day
without knowing how it ends
i will take your hand.
Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
— Theodore Roosevelt
Perhaps you’re wondering how much longer on the daffodils friends, but I look forward to them every year and it seems a short season to me. I am glad that they survived the snow yesterday and that today it was worth sitting outside with them even if it required a heavy sweater to be there.
There was much on my mind today and I was reminded and tried to remind myself that we can’t all fix all the problems of the world. If you save one life it is as though you have saved the world, Jewish tradition says. We don’t know what we may do that may change the world, or change the world for someone. We can only do what we can and keep going and do it again.
Some of us are probably thinking – hey I thought we were free and clear of all this trouble and life could return to normal but I am pretty sure that’s not going to happen for a long while. So take a breath, enjoy the sun and air when you can, do what you must to be strong for another day. It’s not all your problem to fix. Maybe it’s enough to be an ear for someone, or to look up some information that someone needs, or to stand up to one person and say no, that’s not acceptable. One day at at time. One thing at a time. Whatever you can do here and now.
waiting for sleep
i tell myself – i am
sitting in a slice of boat
long, narrow
gliding down a dark
glowing above with wiggling
glittering below with reflection
the light of everything
everywhere
i am
in a narrow slicing
the sound of a knife
the glint of a blade
i am free
Finish each day and be done with it…You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you should begin it well and serenely.
