My house you know,
is rarely completely
quiet
and almost always too
full
of stuff
the goldfinch outside my window
are exactly the same colour
as the budding
forsythia
at times, I am perfect peace
and contentment
while also,
uneasy & un
comfortable
sometimes I am searching, seeking
slightly unsure
sometimes knowing, somewhat
certain
questions
my aim
to remain open
always as a mother
as a parent
as a lover
I rise and fall, in rhythm
with holding on
and
letting go…
this time of year, I feel caught
between cleaning up outside
and the oh-so-necessary
cleaning on the
inside
breathing .. … in
space
I suppose this could be
a metaphor
for me
caught between the two
consequence
of a scattered mind
too much traffic
words to share, but where to pull from
in most everything
I am reaching out and
pulling back
such is my nature
protection-ist
I am brave and I am strong
courage IS my everyday
never, ever am I
weak
except,
I cannot deal… with a dull pencil
and cantankerous computer
sunshine is my salve
and kindness is my creed
love
is in me, and I
am
in
it
and this, from Billy Collins,
“… balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found”
yes.. my goodness..
this… ♥