the
daily
daily
is what does not
trip off the tongue
trip off the tongue
the unanswered
question of ‘what’s new’
question of ‘what’s new’
a filling and
emptying of baskets of time with soft dirt, so ordinary.
emptying of baskets of time with soft dirt, so ordinary.
all summer long, i
thought i would be the one crying out and skipping
thought i would be the one crying out and skipping
summer is a time for
loudness
loudness
and i am found quiet
and walking, mostly
and walking, mostly
grateful everytime
for the soft dirt dribbling into my sandals
for the soft dirt dribbling into my sandals
and easing the blow
of my feet on the earth
of my feet on the earth
* ****
you move me sister
I’m in the southwest…almost got my eurovan stuck, well did get it stuck in that soft dirt you speak of. Two native men pulled me out with their pick-m-up truck, covered with the brown dirt of northern New Mexico. I blessed them and the dirt we all play in, come from, will return to.
Thank you for your earth-born quietness.
This is beautiful!
Amy, what a thing to learn – thank you!
Beth – a GREAT visual image of that scenario. Enjoy the dirt! Fill your pockets!
Kate – Thanks for reading! I’ve loved your posts. Can’t wait to read more.