evening is letting gothere's little left to do
what's still undone will have to wait
the precious bit of time remaining
belongs not to the putting away of things
but to getting comfortable
settling down
unwinding thoughts
unraveling the tightly wound tether
that ties me to the day
loose now I drift
floatingthe words come if I am patient
ideas flourish in front of me
on the page
they weave their way gently
until they are complete
unexpectedly
and the last knot releases
soaring
I am done
until tomorrow
2 comments:
i love
the "patient"
and the "flourish"
and "complete unexpectedly."
so much beauty & hope, here!
i like where you are!
peace~
Thank you, Chuck, and thank you for your always thoughtful comments, they are deeply appreciated :)
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