Just beneath the surface of life,
a river used to surge;
fierce, electric,
so much moving now still.
Daily patterns recur,
iterate like memes incessant;
bristle; get out of my head;
slow, attune, resume,
each day hard-won,
a better view to…
perspective?
The heart of the matter.
Where is it.
That sweet spot where we make out,
tender, humane, achingly beautiful
stories told:
a long conversation,
a road trip with a friend,
a clearing through woods,
a way that is new, open, reassures,
speaks to me —
wow.
Why am I wowed by that?
Ah, well, fellow traveler,
the rain won’t materialize,
so let’s try another coffee.
Or something.
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Thanks for reading. Stay safe. We’re in this together. x
Now I want a cup of coffee even though it’s too late to have one.
Says who??!
I replied to that late in the evening when coffee wouldn’t be my friend.
Oh. Okay. Yeah, sleep is good too. 😊
Even though I’ve had three cups today (there are days that require more than two, what can I say?) I would still join you for a cuppa, Kelly.
And just so you know, I am also wowed by your list…
Have a fabulous day!
I’m there, Dale. Coffee. Yes. That is the plan! xoxo
:) xoxo