A lunched friend has just gone
Now I am alone
On the back deck table
The scarlet geranium
And white-scented mock orange
Flutter in the perfect breeze
The buzz of traffic below
Is distant enough
Not to intrude
Gratitude exudes as thought
Of matters past
And present delight
Peace ignites peace
Grief and excitement
Elevate to beyond
My own lockdown
Hemlock cedar fir hide
The mountains I know
Are there like
Spirituality gleams behind
Everydayness
Birds echo my song
Rhythms of conversation and
Solitude
Derive deep
Survive high
Thrive in playfulness.
DS
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