Deluge

spring rains bring basement floods

Venice arises in a friend’s home

heart-aching 

this deconstruction.

and then I ponder tea wisdom

remembering impermanence

and that in the clearing, 

spaciousness resides

I offer,

 “wondering if all this unearthing 

of memories,

buried treasures,

lost loves,

inspires you?

there’s poetry in the floating city of the past

dark does shine the light

and laughter heals

endings sign new beginnings

and new beginnings hold

…promise

…possibility

…adventure

the remedy of water,

alongside the force of it.”

“Peace and love as balm 

for your heart 

as it rumbles.

Recall then,

the unexpected beauty 

emerging 

here.”

I hand this 

from my foot path,

sensing 

a bridge.

settling back into our HOME in the north

from a journey to our HOME in the south,

the dark and light of the trip

and still on-rushing current

of deconstructive force,

both here

and there.

almost comical

in that

it just 

won’t 

stop.

so we laugh sometimes,

about the flood

while the universe pushes hard

to teach new things

or simply usher in

the roar of wisdom

waiting too patiently

for too long

in silence.

Pittsburgh, PA 4-17-24

Thank you Source, thank you Rain, thank you Gail, thank you Artist Morning,

thank you Challenge