I am traveling, celebrating and moving over the next few days, so I dipped into something I wrote when COVID hit us last year... to accept the unknowns, to surrender to untested trust, to call on a patience we never knew we had.
Here's what came out one day when I let the thoughts spill themselves onto the paper and into a poem.
LIMBO
The pen to the paper
The brush to the canvas
The keys to the piano
The remote to the screen
The bleach to the lavender
The bone broth to the freezer
The seedlings to the garden
The compost to the soil
The games to the laughter
The sunlight to the disinfectant
The sweat to the freedom
The dancing to the invisible
The songs to the balconies
The birds to the music
The buds to the spring
The sap to the syrup
The circadian rhythm to the moonlight
The pause to the meditation
The equinox to the invitation
The gray to the green
The universal to equanimity
The stillness to peace
The uncertainty to trust
The magic to now
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