tethered only
to the breeze
this strand
of floating
spider silk
catches
nothing
but
light
it’s a swing
for the
imagination
a rope
thrown
from
heaven
to dance
with it
all we need
to do
is breathe
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Non doing, noticing, poem, poetry on June 2, 2013| 2 Comments »
tethered only
to the breeze
this strand
of floating
spider silk
catches
nothing
but
light
it’s a swing
for the
imagination
a rope
thrown
from
heaven
to dance
with it
all we need
to do
is breathe
Posted in Uncategorized on June 2, 2013| 2 Comments »
He wasn’t the kind
to talk about love.
And I didn’t need
to dig very deep
to know how little
of it he’d seen. But Lord,
that Tom could find the joke
in any conversation.
And man, he could fix anything—
and he’d fix it for you,
for free, too, if you
were his friend.
But even Tom couldn’t
fix the white blood cells
as they grew and multiplied.
His hair fell out. Came back in
with curls. In the end,
though his bone marrow
could not be cured,
it was his heart that healed.
He learned to give
and receive love, too,
he learned the joy
of gratitude. I cried
when his lover
told me this: He died
with love on his lips.
Posted in Uncategorized on June 1, 2013| 1 Comment »
A few years ago, I took down every photograph in our home. The poem published today in the beautiful Journey of the Heart blog talks about that day and the story around it. I really like this blog, the way she links photographs and poems and musings.