This Time
This silence is a welcome rest.This space is where I think.This time is like an empty cupthat’s filled up to the brink.
A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Where do I put the bag of baby clothes I washed and folded and packed and labeled the day before we heard about their miscarriage? There is no place for that. … Continued
Louder every morning,the birds sing in the trees.They are louder than the chickens,and that puts my mind at ease.And they’re louder than the footstepsthat go across my ceilingand they’re louder than my worries,and that gives me a good feeling.
We’re in a holding pattern,not sure where to land,and we’re not just going to settlefor just any patch of sand.We’re not planning how to crash;we’re not running out of fuel.We are looking how to ground ourselvesto work towards earth’s renewal.
Home again, home again,unpackity-pack.There’s lots of unpackingwhen we get back.And laundry, and emails,and four-hour naps. Home again, home again,unpackity-pack.
We want to know where you will livebut you have no reply to give.You could settle here or there.You could live just anywhere. Why live, why live,why live anywhere?We seem to land just where we fall.It matters a lot, but hardly at … Continued
I hope you made good tips last night, because I sure missed you. And if you’d come home early, to be sure I would have kissed you. But here you are, my favorite sight, next to me by morning light. … Continued
Some people try to go to jail just so they can freeload.I’ve heard of that, and I’m sure it’s rarely true.Rare because, although we all hate to be busy,in jail we’d make escape plans just for something to do.
Our baby’s always on the move.She wants to get up and gobut no place is safe for her.We watch the news and want to move,to leave, to get up and goto someplace other than earth.