home in Federal Way has a beautiful row of roses in a raised rock wall
bed....they seem to bloom almost all year round.
Even now...within the chill...in unexpected seasons...we seek to bloom
This poem speaks to that yearning within.
awakening with you
judging, resisting what is,
demanding control of the uncontrollable
present, stay present, stay here now,
go wandering off into the land of “if only”
despondency, duty, depression is calling our name.
too shall pass,
longing for what never was,
was, without loneliness and longing,
friends, close to wearing out their welcome
hey, tomorrow’s another day
best is yet to come to come
this is the best, yet what’s to come?
unseen, unlike anything we’ve known
down, around and back
staircase to here and back,
by the river, houses, new growth, old city streets
the touch of our separated selves, our friends, our loved ones, more ourselves
working, some not,
watching the news,
their voice in the silence of reflection
end in sight,
us the deep light of meaning,
us to an unknown future
this beautiful earth, moving from slogan to action
all in this together, as we’ve always been… in this, together.