Twisting and straddling endless ruts
on tiny forgotten dirt roads
for miles and miles and miles
It was easy to believe
that civilization would
never be found again
Then upon a distinguished turning
into a narrow valley green
with sky so close it could be touched
and a meadow so green it almost hurt
Thereupon, a pounding, rollicking herd
of ghostly mustangs flew across
A vision of wild, taking breath with them
From whence the oak?
the bitter acorn
Ah, yes, that is so
From what bitter seed
did your greatness arise?
There is so much
to be grateful for…
There is a time
right there
At the end of the moment
which is full of question
Open to the possibilities of next,
no matter what flavor the expectancy
Two words must be relinquished
to know peace
“If only…”
I accept what is
I am joyous now
Savor the juicy tomato moments
And the memory of such savorosity
It tickles the parched palate
of more sparse times
We have been savoring the moments around Marshal’s big birthday. Now, we are back into the regular routine.
There must be thirty-three ways
or more (way more)
to discover the secret beauty
in just this moment
The underlying factor
that connects to once and future
and everything in between
I intend with curly happy lip
to find everyone of them
And, then, start making up new ones
Establish a habit – 30 days
Re-establish a habit – 30 days
(No wonder most months have 30 days)
Begin
Again
and again
Over
and over again
with the tenacity of bulldog
Stuck in beginner’s mind
intending habit
