Ode to and inspired by
a friend
and thoughts on just how
to stop
time
two days ago, I wrote of having a lively chat
with a young robin
and my gosh, such a joy
this morning my son lets me know
there is a dead bird
in the garden,
a
robin
of course there is no real way for me to know
if this is my fellow
but it is a young one
and regardless of knowing
or not
it is heartbreaking just the same
out to remove it from a bed
in the violets
(prevent the dogs from bothering it first)
repeatedly I say, how very sorry I am
I am so sorry…
earlier in the week, we found two chipmunks
had drowned
in a pail of water
and
this morning, we’ve lost another fish
small potatoes one might say
but sometimes life
is this
so much to say for being in the
here and
now
to look and to
notice
one morning this week began early
with a rainbow
which came as it did…
before
the
rain
and then showed as double
yesterday in the garden I stood and watched
a small bit of seeded fluff
sail across the sky, and I wondered just how
it got so high up
yet kept
travelling so
also this week I watched a documentary
on the pushing through of pipelines
on indigenous lands
and the forcible pushing out
of sacred spaces and
people
for money
for money
this week, a dear lady
who has been sharing the story
of her mother who is deaf
and in the decline of life due in part
to dementia
said her goodbyes in a beautifully
peace-filled end
to
their
story
as well, this week I looked admiringly
at pictures from some dear hearts
having the time of their lives
travelling Italy and Greece
together
savouring the historical, architectural and
archaeological wonders
I know so well
grateful in the sharing
(while also pinning a tiny gold star on my chest
for walking myself downtown
to pick up
some
vegetables)
time is all relative, I suppose
isn’t that something someone said
might we always keep ourselves open
to the moments
that
matter
and always
to allowing love
to enter
here ♥