tablecloths and counterpanes:
one you place a spread upon and sit down to a feast,
the other you climb under to hide from a scary beast!
but what is here?
oh can it be?
a scary beast has come to tea!
What you say – you mean me?
tablecloths and counterpanes:
one you place a spread upon and sit down to a feast,
the other you climb under to hide from a scary beast!
but what is here?
oh can it be?
a scary beast has come to tea!
What you say – you mean me?
it was small old dog day
this morning at the veterinarian’s offices.
the boy is no longer a boy;
the puppy is no longer a puppy.
one is a young man, the other,
having walked approximately the same turns of earth around the sun,
is old and almost done.
we sit in the beginnings and endings of each others arms,
holding the embrace
to last eternity.
we still have time,
we have now.
do i take a bath and go to sleep –
do i wake up
and shower..
baptism and awakening
are not so different
after all.
sometimes,
even when it seems impossible to stop,
even for a moment,
you find you can,
if only out of curiosity.
The results of death from curiosity are greatly exaggerated –
those are from usually from
irresponsibility,
lack of respect.
failures of communications –
and
a lack of belief
that we are all belong.
Here.
Now.
WHAT?!
it took me a moment,
but there You were,
listening to me and looking for me.
i need to remember to stop like this more often.
from here on the top of a wall
i watch
and wonder
at those who wander
i know no one is lost.
we are all here.
we can neither walk away
nor walk together
until we see that no matter our paths,
we are connected to each other.
Then, perhaps, we can walk on a loose leash, and not pull each other apart.
there is a poodle in my father’s chair
taking comfort there..
a Springfield song runs thru my head
as tears stream down my face.
and i too find comfort there.