out on a walk
not yet eight o’ clock
a warning beacon
season shines and quietly moves
nearing its end.
“poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.”
forsythia bright in my quarantine kitchen
blossoms have begun to fall
everything is temporary.
“Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.” – pema chodron
saw this in the early morning when walking downtown
I wonder about the story behind how it got there
was it a server at his/her limit
finally reaching the tipping point
throwing down the apron
tying them down
something better/different/new out there?
‘a single act of courage is often the tipping point for extraordinary change.’
one sister visiting
one sister gone too soon
only brother on his way
grandchildren in tow
we visited the place
where we had grown up.
it looked much the same
yet felt somehow not.
much like us.
“there is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged
to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”