Wednesday, March 26, 2025

like an open window

today I go on into
this leftover world 
with its great gifts 
of unfastened earth
and lightened tasks 
                                walking altogether
                                talking to myself 
                                and my gods--as if
                                anyone else would
                                even be listening--
waiting for beauty
opening like a fire 
connection a flash
the moments of 
understanding like
                                the peace that passes 
                                in the long silent times
                                of waiting as my heart
                                circles red the sounds 
                                of recovery and rises 
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Pic: This love. I get to handle this level of mopey, smitten affection for hours every day. Mostly from Max. Huck (further down) is a bit more sophisticated about it. 

7 comments:

Nicole said...

Love the poem but love that squishy face even more!

Nance said...

I love the idea of going into this leftover world, waiting for beauty. I feel like that's what I do every day when I go out for a walk.

Gillian said...

Cute.

Jeanie said...

This is a beautiful poem -- and adorable pet pal!

Lisa's Yarns said...

Beautiful poem. I like the line about the leftover world, too. And that face is just too cute!!!!

maya said...

Thank you, dear friends! I'll give Max an extra squish from all of you! XOXO

NGS said...

Boop!

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