Do not remember the former things,
or consider the things of old.
I am about to do a new thing;
now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
and rivers in the desert.
you said it’s going to be ok- like how the roses come back each year….
inquiry for today~ never for ever will you not know how…….
With each passing year, the climb turns into a drift:
turn of phrase, turn of pot, spot of sun, touch of dog.
After all this way, we wake in what we wanted,
like a painting we used to drive
to see in which we now live.
Like swimmers who tire into ease, we are,
on good days, cradled by the deep.
Thankfully, we have crawled into the O of ordinary
and found beauty. We walk our dog,
following the streets that warm in the sun,
share a glass of water,
and watch the cherry blossom bend,
one more year,
toward something no one can see.