SOW A LITTLE PRAYER
And a good rainy morning to the See-er
From a wary hairy scorning of a be-er
And a wish for prodigious progress
To move us favorably forward, lest
We cease to become the See-er and be-er
NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK
From the darkness came the light
Big and bright to make the day
Small and slight to pierce the night
From the darkness came a way
To see the light, one’s own right
Without the darkness who would know
The difference light intends to show
Without the light who would see
That darkness might need to be
MY DEAREST C.,
As I sit in the sanctuary of this tree house at six-forty-five am in the mid autumn darkness of daylight savings time, typing and sipping a very hot medium roast of cocoa and subtle spice of Guatemala Antigua, softly and quietly illuminated by the candles in the window and the twinkle lights from the terrace, the grounds below invisible and the wood, beyond the bay window I am facing, but a mere phantom, I feel gratitude for this measurable measure of equanimity.
Getting to this place merely minutes ago, relieved , excited, enthusiastic, and extremely grateful, moving into it to the point of physical exhaustion and torn ligaments and aching bones, still filled with gratitude even though the aches and pains never go away, and struggling working most days as hard or harder in order to accrue the funds to maintain these quarters, with time elapsing at a velocity of rapidity impossible to measure, along with the difficulties of earning income, I have to ask myself if I am beginning to take this dwelling for granted. How do YOU measure a year?
AT A LOSS (or)