“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

1.10.2012

yesterday's story, and everyday


the rain kept waking me night before last,
unsteady on its feet,
smacking hard against the air conditioner and then
not,
pounding on the windows and then
not.
it was still here come evening;
the sky milky with lavenderpinkwhite clouds,
behind which they say there was a moon.

end of the workday.  i sling the tote bag onto the passenger seat, settle the phone into a cup holder, nestle the camera secure, turn the key, engine on, doors closed and locked, seatbelt, lights, adjust the air/heat, and then breathe.  this is my time for stillness, not long, breath in, slow breath out, always, always, this wall a meditation in early darkness rain or 8 pm sunlight heat, a line separating day from night.

the only christmas lights still standing are white
across downtown rooftops,
and the odd tree here and there on the road home.

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5 comments:

  1. I feel the slow breath out. That one moment of stillness in the jeep is as serene as any temple. We make it a moment.

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  2. there was a moon. it was there, smiling down on you even through the clouds.

    these ARE the moments that make up a life, and i love the way you cherish them.

    xoxo

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  3. oh the lavenderpinkwhite clouds are always so amazing .. and that moment of breathing after the day, in rain or heat you captured it so well D.

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  4. everything in this is gorgeous (except just the smell of coffee gives me a headache), and i have to tell you that i adore totebags. i am such a bag lady. is it a special tote, sug? this inquiring mind just has to know.

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  5. One of the things I miss about driving to and from work is that stillness. It is a special aloneness spending time in the car. Take care! I like knowing that you notice these little things in life. They help me notice too.

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