You have to admit
It’s pretty interesting
How life comes around the bend sometimes
And smacks into you
And you turn
And you recognize
And you smile
And your heart becomes full
Your heart becomes full of
All these living beings
So many kinds of organisms
And you are one of them
And years ago
Perhaps you woke up in the morning
And went to bed at night
And scrambled around
When you fell off the path
Lying there in the ditch
Legs struggling
Wondering if you would be able to
Get up again
And then you did Get up, didn’t
And you learned to
Just let the love for yourself
Slide deep inside of you
Despite your being
Perfectly imperfect
And sometimes you turn the corner
And you bumped into things that you made
Long Ago
And you get to know each other again
You get to know yourself again
You get to peer out into the fog and distance
Where others reside
And just feel the grace of all
Life changing
Times shifting
Growing older
Watching the garden of your life
Ebb And flow
Watching the evidence of how you
Inexplicably repair and come back to life
Who knew
I don’t know about you
I find life to be phenomenally difficult and confusing
Magnificent heart rending
Just like this day we have been given right now
Over here,
In this small life
Eight years later
There is a little cottage
In a little village
Filled with friendly people
Who want the best for everyone
And lots of them have dogs
And no matter the weather
They go walking around and round the little streets
Of the little town
And often enough, there are Sunday branches
Poetry readings
Evening black-eyed peas, meals by the outdoor fire
An email thread where they
Ask for rides
And offer up unwanted things
And complain about stuff
Older than before
I happily live in my little cottage
I have freedom now
I have peace and grace
There was a shit show of weird stuff
In my life before
But it’s gone now
I continually repair
Like the rest of us
I went to trap and neuter black kittens
Behind a friends house
They were Emaciated
I brought them into my home where they have stayed
Wild, beautiful, black cats
I have five other cats with enormous
Cat towers and cat patios, and
A separate place where the dogs can’t go
My beautiful Dante is dead and gone
And Ember Is here, 2,
And Taschen (5 mo)
I see my clients in my practice again
I walk dogs
I think about Yevtushenko Often
He sat quietly
And cracked nuts
Growing older
Crafting beauty
Considering livelihood
Dancing with the cosmos
Being and becoming
All good things
In the midst of crazy awful nation
Driven by 48.9% of the population of my country
Brutalizing the world and our own people
Still, we make beauty
Still, we do what we can
for the good of all
Welcome back
We are all here