This isn’t really a poem.  Not in any polished sense.  More like a ramble that wanted to look like a poem.  Consider it a scribble in the writer’s notebook, a placeholder for me to return to and flesh out at some later date.

The little ones wanted to know
at what moment on the bridge
we were in Columbia
instead of Wrightsville.

At what point have we gone
from there to here?

But the bridge is its own thing,
a place between places,
spanning the distance
between town and town,
and time to time.

Everywhere and everywhen
begins here, ends here.

 

Gratitude List:
1.  So much to anticipate
2.  Bridges.
3.  The birds of Goldfinch Hollow.  These weeks, it’s like the Keystone Kops out there.  Cardinal chasing cardinal past the window.  Then back again.  And a third time.  Next flyby is oriole chasing mockingbird.  Then sparrow after chickadee.  Never a dull moment.
4.  Whatever brings relief.  Ice packs.  Cold nettle and mint tea.  Antihistamines.  Sleep.  (This one is sort of a whiny gratitude, I realize.  These days when the allergies are really bad, I tend to get wrapped up in my own misery.  Whatever can give me a few moments of rest and calm, whatever can help me feel closer to baseline again–that I am truly grateful for.  REALLY grateful.)
5.  Community.  Powerful personal healing stories.  The dancing flames quilt banner.  Pot luck.

May we walk in Beauty!