Today it was the puddle
that woke up my heart,
the way it received the sky
and remade it in smeary mirrors
of grays beneath my feet.
How at first, I tried so hard to avoid it,
and then, once my feet were wet,
I could see it only as a way to play,
an invitation for joy. To splash
in the clouds. To splash for the pleasure
of splashing. To splash until
I could no longer recognize her, that part
of me who longed to stay safe, stay dry.
Rosemerry, thanks again for the inspiration! You have such wonderful self-awareness, and you can find the right words…
thank you, Rick! I am so grateful for you reading these poems, responding! Here’s to puddle hopping!
Oh my! How fun to read the transformation from the grips of perceived safety to the freedom of puddle playing. Yep, get wet. Thanks for this Rosemerry!!
Love and Namaste
Augusta
PS Naked for Tea is amazing!!!
Thanks, Augusta … yes, it’s so good to get to laugh at myself again and again. And I am so glad you’re enjoying the book!
I can’t tell you how much I have enjoyed your poems. Believe me when I say poetry is not my go to thing except maybe Mary Oliver or Rumi etc. You see the world very much like I do. It reminds me of when I was younger and raising my kids. Those beautiful moments frozen in time. They are there waiting to be seen. We just need to slow down and open our eyes and receive. Thank you.
Thank you, Alison, for the encouragement. I’m grateful you join me in this practice. Back in a couple weeks or so…
This is wonderful. Perfectly captures the childlike enthusiasm, we should all try to keep alive! In love with your poetry! <3