The temperature has soared;
crowds gather on the lake
for another hot summer day,
but early this morning
I heard the geese leaving,
portents of autumn on the wind.
The temperature has soared;
crowds gather on the lake
for another hot summer day,
but early this morning
I heard the geese leaving,
portents of autumn on the wind.
I have been walking in a fog
My mind blurred at the edges,
thoughts soft as cirrocumulus
passing above on a summer day.
Nothing feels important enough
to rise from the stupor. My pilot light,
that creative spark is not burning
strongly enough to penetrate the haze.
Summer’s changing shape
has consequences.
Upon my chest, the moonstone pendant sits.
I gaze down at a clear rock streaked with white
and wonder what happened to the glow that
captivated me from the display case.
.
Busy at work,
“I’m sorry,” the lady says, “I don’t mean to stare, but
does your necklace have a light in it?”
“Yes,” another says, “I was wondering that, too.
It’s beaming from your chest! It’s so amazing!
What kind of stone is that?”
.
Moonstone, you teach me a lesson:
While we are looking down at something, we may not see its potential
to reflect a glorious light.
In unexpected moments, a glow reflects what it can be.
It’s not in the wishes.
It’s in the moments.
The reality.
The day to day.
It’s in consistency.
Trust me.
Evening chorus
is al fresco dining
‘Hello out there!’
‘Where are you, baby?
‘Over here, boys!’
Amphibian karaoke.
Beating out its rhythm of
summer romance.
We never know
what words will wrap around someone’s heart
and make a day bearable.
We never know
what actions will give strength to someone’s resolve
and encourage tomorrow.
.
.
What a gift it is when someone from long ago calls to say that you made a profound difference in their life. How humbling it is to know that we touch so many people, and to be reminded how important it is to appreciate those we meet from day to day.
Ah, you with your honeyed tongue
whispering words that make me feel
nervous of my sweet tooth.
When everything was expanding,
blowing out of proportion,
I found you.
No daily hour of pain.
Discipline brings results,
not agony.
A small discomfort yielding huge reward,
and a glimmer of hope.
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