a spell to be alone (but not lonely)
an empty moment, hollow from plans, ripe with potential
a heaping pile of to do lists left to rot in the corner
43 kilos of trust
crumbs from yesterday's biscuits, sprinkled across many paths
a container to hold all that may arise
a brew with your favorite blend of herbs that cushion the blow
the curiosity of a child
the sounds of silence
greetings
greetings to the
tremble in my hip
tendon in my neck
twitch in my thumb
urine in my bladder
greetings
greetings to the
bloat in my belly
ridges on my tongue
rawness of my eyeballs
dullness of my pulse
i see you, i respect you, i do not fear you
i know it may seem like i don't always care,
but i promise i'm here
sometimes i get stuck in generator mode
keeping busy to avoid the quiet stillness
greetings
greetings to the rain
(i’m sorry it’s been so long since i’ve really listened to the sound of you)
greetings to the onion
(thank you for giving me permission to release stale tears)
greetings to the robin
(forgive me for nearly missing you while plowing through another podcast)
greetings to the freshly washed clothes
(i appreciate how you invite me to slow down as i hang you on the rack)
each moment is married to mystery
if i can only commit
every transition bursts with discovery
if i slow down how i sit
each blink tucks away history
if i willingly admit
every breath offers recovery
if i promise not to quit
