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A Surprising Wholeness

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on August 12, 2026| 10 Comments »


 
 
Cool rain is falling through sunshine today
and the canyon’s red walls are radiant
with the contradiction. The world
smells of dry earth mixing with sky,
a rich and generative perfume
that weaves into all that grows.
Witnessing the beauty of this day,
equal parts clear and stormy, 
this is how a person might come to trust
the acute aliveness we feel  
when we dance with both sorrow 
and gladness at the same time, 
one partner asking us to crawl, to bow, 
the other bidding us raise our arms 
to twirl in joyful abandon. In the distance,
thunder. In the foreground, the swallows 
are ceaseless in their swirling.
They do not try to avoid the raindrops
nor do they shun the sun.
On the inside, a feeling loops and dives, 
swoops and circles back. It says, 
This life is not easy. What a gift to be alive. 

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Reunion

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on July 5, 2026| 3 Comments »


 
 
After the kazoos and champagne and hula hoops,
after the blueberry pie, after the napkins folded
and unfolded and crumpled, after the impromptu
parade on the drive, after the house full of laughter
and music, after the glow sticks, the glittering headbands, 
the mountain of dishes washed and dried and put away 
there was that moment when we sat on the couch,
just the two of us. You held my hand. We said nothing.
Like two swallows, done swooping for the day
who finally enter the nest they have built together, 
snuggling at last on the rim. 

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Ritual

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on May 20, 2026| 9 Comments »


                  As if the losing makes us more of what we are.
 
 
It’s not as if the clouds were parted and
some waterfall of golden light poured forth. 
No rainbow smeared its hues across the storm-
bruised sky. No wondrous star. No kings with gold.
No angel choir. The sun did not stand still. 
No burning bush. No parted seas. No feast
of fish and bread. Sometimes the aching heart
wants blatant, flagrant proof of holiness.
 
Tonight it was the swallows as they keeled
and curved, converged, dispersed and re-appeared
that altered me. Though truly, it was not 
the birds and more the watching as they swooped, 
the watching till the watching self dissolved 
and the world was only space and darkling wings.

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