The (exquisite) 60 minute mile, explained

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Blessed be

the little moments of opening

the knowing that the dead sparrow found at the side of the road

or broken-necked by my plate glass window

is being missed by its mate, its children.

On a good day, its image of both brokenness and connection will stay with me more

than five minutes.

Then the fast-paced walk designed for another purpose slows and becomes a prayer.

The perfection of love, this creature of infinite ordinariness.

Photo of this beautiful sparrow used with Christine’s permission for the Poetry Party.
Click on it for the link to the party.

This post is a submission for the Poetry Party on Christine’s Abbey of the Arts, with the prompt: Blessed be.

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