WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Tuesday, August 17, 2021
Sometimes small things don’t seem to work in our house, which actually gives me the opportunity to stand back and see, again, that the whole world always works flawlessly, in one way or another. If a window won’t close easily, I could say it’s working very well as one of my teachers, telling me to take my time and stay patient when problems arise. If the flow of water from our well slows while I’m showering, the good news is that it’s flowing more slowly because it’s working in perfect rhythm with the condition of the water table beneath us. If a light switch won’t switch on, it’s possibly working quite nicely as a reminder to me to stay serene and let small problems pass by like the breezes that are blowing outside this morning, making trees sway in the most perfect ways.
WORK IN PROGRESS This poem isn't sure what it wants to do. It has wings, but they're just made of words on a silver screen. It has the feet of dancers and racers, but whispering is what it loves to do. It was born in the morning, but may bring its best gifts at sunset. It praises the pulse of life, but also screams from its veins and bones. It's a small, confused poem in kids shorts and sneakers, poor thing.