Whatever time it is…
Somewhere dawn is breaking,
The darkness is being dispelled…
Greet it with an open heart,
A loud cry
And perhaps a bath…
Above the clouds
Above the sea
Birds fly underneath me,
Fish fly through the waters .
Layers of flight
Above and below
We soar together…
Circling the globe with light and shadow,
Shimmer and spark.
Fat birds on church steps
Eating breadcrumbs in the sun.
All is consecrated host,
All is You.
She rolled in the most wonderful perfume
And came leaping into my lap with delight.
Alas my nostrils,
Not so well endowed, finely tuned, or educated,
Could not share her joy.
…
We need not like
all the same things
To love the important ones.
Across the windshield
From out of nowhere
Appeared a crawling fluff being.
The light changed from red to green…
With no time for wings.
Sometimes it is not possible to rescue all those in need of rescue…
Somedays all we can do is witness
With wonder and Love.
The message could not be clearer…
The travel cup lid in Her mouth…
Stay.
“Write your story”
we are told…
But
Ink on a page,
Is not the story of a life.
Our transformations are.
Welcome.
Home.
Here.
We had to be at the airport at this time,
And we were,
But now it is later.
And now again.
And now again.
The little dog
With the posh bag sits beside me,
Her person gazing at the departure boards
Sighs.
The little dogs sighs too.
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