This morning!
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.
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
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
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
fatigue
nothing to push through
just spread the cells
like legs
and waltz on dew -