Someone I love is burning incense for a holy day I don’t observe. Someone I love is waiting for results that may delay sorrow. Someone I love is writing poems to grasp a transient moment.
Imperfect Meditation
Like the farmhand during a church sermon
dozing
and the housewife planning
grocery lists,
I meditate
imperfectly.
Composing poems and
prayers,
resisting
resentments,
Seeking God,
seeking
peace.
In the Midst of Life . . .
Slow death and muffled grief
drum
their long passage,
marching me through
the parade of my life.
November
Watching the wild branches writhe in the wind, I surrender to mourning. Colour is leached from the sky, the branches bare, the earth cold, only glimpses of sunlight. Waiting for winter, I close my eyes, remembering warmth, waiting for silence.
The Lonely Runner
The lonely runner swims through the streetlights’ pools and into the dark again.
Masked and Hooded
Like a shy girl, I stand, masked and hooded, bemused by the empty street, waiting to learn how to be in this time. Where is the answer to the unformed question hiding under the weight of lost hopes? Which way to turn to nowhere? There is no rushing, only waiting while fools seek blindness for comfort, and the wise try not to weep.
Before the Cold
The intensity of autumn colours: beauty and immanent loss.
Pandemic Moments – September
At a table on the sidewalk, by the coffee shop - bliss in the sun. Two masked women rush together, hug, masks rubbing, then step back - physical distancing for talking.
Childhood Cottage
Looking for my childhood cottage, rain welcomes us, and my mother's landscape was unrecognizable now. except in some corners of my psyche.
Enough
By the midnight fluorescent flickering I wander bemusedly searching for a meaningful question in this empty time. The rain sweet breeze blows in the open window and, as I breath, my heart loosens, throbs, hesitates, yearning to warm and accept the dark otherness with its questions without answers. I am pulled to the dark lake And the windblown moment: And now is enough.
Learning Living 