It fell so hard
From the sky
I thought surely
It couldn’t be rain
Not frightening
Yet, deafening
No pauses
No discernable rhythm
A wall of sound
Capable of washing
Away more than
The dirt of the day
Fears and worries
Sadness, regrets
Were no match
For its cleansing
Washed away
Along with the
Remaining debris
Of a difficult season
A damp sidewalk
And peaceful silence
The only remains
Of the downpour
We try and try to
Measure our lives
Days, weeks, months, years
The number of seasons
We travel can never
Accurately measure
Our existence
What matters most
Is often invisible
Harder to quantify-
The full impact realized,
After physical days
Have long passed
If only our hearts
Could be weighed
An appraisal revealing
The constant flow
Of life-giving air
Transformed into
Actions of love-
Actions of love
Breathing
Life-giving air-
Leaving the heart full
But never heavy
Always overflowing
Impossible to measure
I suppose there is something about being in quarantine that makes me think more about time. Particularly being quarantined as a new year begins. But it is ok. As my Mom recently said, “Looking forward to better days!” 🙂 ❤
Flames playfully
Dancing over
Shiny pebbles
Of cobalt blue
Warming the
Cool night air
Steam steadily
Rising from
A cup of tea-
Honey and chai-
Warming this
Chilled body
Another sitting
Quietly nearby
Strengthing
Thru the silence
Warming my
Tired heart
Stresses fading
Into the dark
Calmly ending
A long week
Feeling warmth
In a new season
Piano Girl 