Now

Few are the bubbles of thoughts that can fill my brain and

Take me away to travel (future)to lists of what is needed in the Townhouse (fear)

Or my loving Children organizing them- (order) endlessly facetiming them ( connection)

 

Im ever so grateful for the spacious wind ,

the sound of the birds,

the spreading out of time

Ever present this moment that I can see

I can see - the distance on my horizon

Every present this moment I can hear-

Hear me calling away towards

 Future, Fear, order and connection  

 

Thank goodness or I might drift away into god

 

blinded each day by the gaze of the sunrise

Swaddled under moons twinkling blanket of sky

 

I get excited into the moment of planning

- I negotiate with myself ….

Efficient and diligent I sit on fear,

Something I haven’t even seen is driving perfection

as if it can be ordered-

as I order the kids schedules

And cars and cape air and coaches and drivers and flights

as we whisk everyone home and

everyone gets the memo

 

Peace lies with it all

space and time I have befriended

and the new norm vacation is

21 days.

 

Kmg 2020

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