Dog, cat, human
Swept out through the wide open door
Like the drain plug has been pulled on winter
Out onto the deck
Wooden boards finally exposed to the sun
Gathering warmth like a hearth
Perched on the railing
On a cushion my mother's mother crocheted
Melting like a Salvador Dali clock
Into the timeless now
Every tension drawn down into Earth
Every doubt streaming up into Sky
I am the wind and wings
Passing over my head
Flapping by in a chase
I am the branch
Falling from the tree
Knocking off snow and ice
“I should get back to work”
Is a funny joke
I almost told myself
This is the hardest work
To trust, to be free, to wait and listen
To be willing to live the truth as I learn it every day
Back indoors with the open window at my side
Dark as a cave, a tomb, at first
Dog at my feet, inbox full of miracles
I am not afraid
I am not a captive
The door is always open!
Swept out through the wide open door
Like the drain plug has been pulled on winter
Out onto the deck
Wooden boards finally exposed to the sun
Gathering warmth like a hearth
Perched on the railing
On a cushion my mother's mother crocheted
Melting like a Salvador Dali clock
Into the timeless now
Every tension drawn down into Earth
Every doubt streaming up into Sky
I am the wind and wings
Passing over my head
Flapping by in a chase
I am the branch
Falling from the tree
Knocking off snow and ice
“I should get back to work”
Is a funny joke
I almost told myself
This is the hardest work
To trust, to be free, to wait and listen
To be willing to live the truth as I learn it every day
Back indoors with the open window at my side
Dark as a cave, a tomb, at first
Dog at my feet, inbox full of miracles
I am not afraid
I am not a captive
The door is always open!