Sunday, January 23, 2022

in passing through

our midday is swollen
heavy with snow, sun,
the pitch of children
held borderless in joy

the zip-lining lunacy 
of answered smiles
anthems of exchange
pleating through time 

if someday we unstitch
don't hoard the vanished
remember, yes--remember
our own lavish heap of life


2 comments:

Nicole MacPherson said...

Beautiful! And I love those dogs.

maya said...

Thank you @Nicole; I love my forever toddlers too!

It's beginning to feel a lot like... Spring!

A full weekend!  Lots of people: foraged for more morels with work friend TR; met Baby R with the whole gang of girlfriends today at lunch; ...