Needing to make it
to the next marker of time
Engaged in the activity
of an illustrious hour
or something more mundane
Meanwhile, squirrels play
in the shiny sunlight
Red tail there, sparkling
in a dazzled kind of way
(certainly, not a mean way)
Light quickly dappling
upon the windows of my soul
as I wind up tighter and tighter
in my rush to get to the next moment
One teeny weeny
little bitty
tiny nanosecond
contains it all! (Everything…)
Yet, there is no container
large enough
to hold Spirit’s
love for all of creation
Fraught with naught
but stellar ideas
and pontifications
Plied and tied
with arguments
of amusement
They bandied about
a bantered topic without
any need for conclusion
Merely a romp in their minds
Grey morning breezes
tickle leaves vibrating
Squirrels still hiding
sleepy heads
Brilliant blooms of yesterday
trying with all their glory
to awaken sunlight
or other colorful thoughts
All are waiting
Quiet morning…
Arm in arm or
Hand in hand or
Side by side or
Together in Spirit
We walk our own paths
our separate unique paths
Together…
Supporting, encouraging, nurturing
loving, playing, cajoling
• • •
Just saying, “Thank you”
for your part of Us
Expanding her identity
to include more of her actual self
actually shrank the outer visage
As excess fluff blew away
allowing for more efficient organization
more compact by nature
“Ideally,” she thought
“I’d like to be right sized.”
And, so, she was…
