A high and mighty wind
A broad blue canvas set higher
A palette of cloud set between
gifted a busied weekday
with strokes of genius
Lifting my sight to the sky
I felt my heart and soul expand.
“On the canvas of life,
Every sweep of the brush matters,
Counts for something…"
~ Scott Hastie, poet
When the order of things is
1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~
and so on….
but the time of things
does not match the order,
how to make sense of it all
just do what needs doing
ignore #2 to answer
the phone when it rings,
accept a sudden appointment
because
it has been too long a wait,
push #3 aside to make room
for the laundry
from the dryer,
put #1 to the back of
the order of things.
It is not my order but an order
I have yet to envision ~
my fingers, my feet and my heart
seem to know differently.
“Deep in human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe
that makes sense, But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”
~Frank Herbert, Dune
Glistening ice on
curbs and sidewalks
crumbling snow against
curbs…..and sidewalks
run off crossing corners
drains hidden beneath ice pack
sun warm and bright ~
relief on a spring day.
“Spring is far more than just a changing
of seasons; it’s a rebirth of the spirit”
~ Toni Sorenson, author
