Steve was on a conference call this morning, so Jane and I could not speak before we began writing. She found silence and I struggled too. It is important to see how much we connect with and through the sounds and vibrations of our voices and breath. We emailed and it is not the same. May your day be filled with vocal exchange.
My neighbor has now decided to have some trees cut, so I am with the sound of chainsaws and falling logs. I left the house for my own tree work, but will allow this background music to support this day, since work for me today is mainly here.
My Morning Poem.
The Night Before Full
Did you notice the moon last night
on its low, short arc across the southern sky.
It skims low like a well-thrown frisbee
while the summer sun lobs in a long, high arc.
I water outside, encouraging the plants
to bloom in this side-ways moonlight,
suggest they follow an inner lark
not known before this noctural bark
yowled in the veins of the heart.
