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
Thanks for blessing my day with your poetry.