Sunday Morning
Sitting alone
Red chair holding me
Bare feet chilly on these fall mornings
Now wrapped in an old blanket
Forest green, navy blue plaid
This blanket was a goodbye gift from a patient of mine
Who, many years ago, left with tears and gratitude
Not knowing this gift would sustain memory of her for years to come.
The weather for this week predicts hot days
But the mornings are still cool,
The house filtered with sunlight, not enough to warm the air
My puppy wanders in from his post guarding the street,
His head poking through the space in the gate
My eyes are closed, but I hear him, and then
Feel him digging a space on the blanket draping the floor
Landing right on my feet, he tugs at it, settling in
Cool air tickles my ankles
His warm, solid body holds my toes in place
As he quiets and snoozes.
We sit, then together
Waiting for the bell to ring
While my mind slows from its never-ending
Questioning
What to do next, what might be wrong, what have I done, or perhaps
not done
What have I missed?
Oh, now I see
I have missed
the simple pleasure of my dog close by, warming my feet, grounding
As we sit, finding our way.
Desire
Desire doesn’t grow in a box
or does it?
Perhaps it’s known first in its trapped state
held tightly
no room to breathe
Desire bumps the walls
taps gently, asking for its release
While the safe, old way of being surrounds it, speaking,
“don’t push too hard, peek slowly over the top”
Nose your way to the edge where a slit allows light to shine
sniffing
stretching to see
Desire presses the heart, held tightly at first,
And then in a blink
It frees the taste of longing.
Words
A word tickles my ear
Landing in my heart with resonance
It noodles lightly in my mind
I feel its presence in the backdrop of clutter,
When activity lessens, it is always there
Quiet but radiant, calling out to be noticed
A seemingly random word links open space with relationship
Fullness comes in the shape of a word
A nuance touching the soft spot
Enlivens knowing
Colour highlights, word pulsating
Bursting in deep orange, I feel it pushing the edge
Moments before, it was warming, still unknown
Dawn rings, or is re-found
Interconnected growth space
A smile, a sob
Deepening the knowing
Awe
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