Last week reports of your smiles and charm,
surprised us. Did they have the right patient?
I am fast asleep when the phone rings this morning.
You’re shrieking at me.
I know you’re angry and afraid,
but I can’t deal with you
and a pandemic, too.
poem-following March 18, 2015
Release your words
Let them go
Have faith that they will flutter like leaves
around
above
upon.
Some will watch and smile as the leaf words go by.
Some will study, approve, disprove, analyze, consider.
Some will see the words upon their landscape, sweep them up
send them away.
One might press your words to savour for another day.
Leaves offer scent, food, shade, beauty, and garden humous.
Every purpose is good.
Release your word leaves
to the purposes they find,
whether they’re what you intended,
or not.
Let them go.
Have faith.
Shawn L. Bird 