This morning!

Softness this morning as I sit now absorbing what Jane and I
share.  She tells me it is my job right now to tell you how I
feel, and I am coming to understand that it is my job, and each of our
jobs, to come to understanding of how we really feel.   Jane
and I chose the word "Hop" this morning as our way to begin.  I
thought I could do Hop.  Here is what came in my morning flow.









January 20, 2006 





            Hop



















Such
a happy word.  Hop!!

Just
saying it, my electrons jump

to
new levels and frisbees spin -

I
feel myself whirl like a top,

until
the bones ask

for
rest

and
ways

to
straighten

the waves of the aches,

and anchor the pain

that is guest.




 












I
dial a wrong number this morning -

such
a sweet voice at
7 AM -

A
hopeful tone for the day

like
seeing a bird

looping
the ends of the sky

again and again




 














weariness
in my bones,

achiness,
pain -

I
want to hop like a bunny,

but
I am asked to sit

like
the grass

and
feel what dwells within -




 




a
place to rest


the
wind moves the grass,


nudges,
the grass shifts back,


waving
a flag


of
persistence, insistence,


that
strand  of life rising from the ground


producing
oxygen,


and
a place to lie down -






  




 


where jane goes






 

she throws the poem out

like a rope

and then lets go -

gathers it from the ground

and molds a crown

holding us all,

embraced

in gold -

















fatigue




nothing to push through

just spread the cells

like legs

and waltz on dew -