the trial of desire
it is the squirrel above me
on the thinnest branch
it is the rainbow over
the school this rainy morning
it is the floor swept
unasked, by that child
it is you, rising in the cold
to hunt for the one beeping
smoke alarm while I
remain in the warmth
it is our tiredness softening us
so that when beauty breaks in
and moves us to tears –
we can see it is this we are
actually seeking – our
daily bread –
and why my poems all seem
to be love poems
a poem from a monday morning in november when poetry just seemed to pour out as I went about my chores. I receive it all as grace, really enjoying this slow slow process of creating and sharing poems again. photo by my neighbor Mary 🙂
Glimpses of Joy 