the sun is there
the light proves it’s so the grey sky morning
I tell myself the dog must walk
then the leaves must rake
the floors must clean
the books must balance
I hold another tea
a cup of warmth as the shortest day draws near
no longer anxious
not about it anyway
I’ve learned for myself what can be said
something is there in the melodious pewter layers enrobing the hours
this something learned again anew as I book another tour around the sun
I still can’t quite articulate it
the thing I type and send
the message I let be enough
the reasons I come to reason
then try again
if I believe I have it all
so do you
so do they
it is the muscle of conversation
or communion
or collaboration
or consideration
that continues to flex the attempt to attend to an explanation
it just feels better to hold hands
help others cross the bridge
lead follow lead follow
wont you come dance
into what is there
I carry this learned mediocrity
it didn’t come as an easy load
feels so good now though
perhaps it’s just the right time
not that I rued its attention
tenderly and with dignity
magnifying the invisible
others may just begin to see the truth