Identity, they say,
Determines quality.
Even says Socrates,
“Knowing thyself brings ease.”
I hear a kindly voice,
“Imagery so lovely,
Thou meter is sublime.
May I linger near your rhyme?”
How shall I know myself?
Only to listen to
The one who etched me on
Thin, paper filament.
My poet said she penned me
With careful thought in mind.
She tells me who I am,
Her dearest love divine....
THURSDAY
Something strange happened today. I understood the trees. When each leaf gently fell among the rustling leaves, I leaned in closely and heard a whisper, “Let go.”
“Let go?” I replied.
“Let go.”
Then, another leaf landed and the soft whisper murmured, “Surrender to Winter.”
“To Winter?” I asked.
“Yes,” it answered. “Spring will come.”
“Spring?”
“Yes. Spring brings life.”
I slowly ...
Fran keeps a clean house; she’s germaphobic. What’s ironic is her job. She drives a garbage truck AND she is the one who throws the trash in the back of the truck. In fact, she’s so efficient; she drives the truck, hops out to get the trash and hops back in to drive to the next stop. Fit as a fiddle—that’s Fran! A one woman show....