Here’s a little sliver of a poem for your morning.
A Poem
Big Purple Ones
Would you believe me / if I told you big, purple clouds are moving across the sky / slow, fat, and lovely / at this very moment / and you’re missing it?
Where it came from
I often think about this line from Wild. Something that
’s mother used to say,“There's always a sunrise and always a sunset and it's up to you to choose to be there for it. Put yourself in the way of beauty.”
This is another poem from the banks of the Allegheny River. The speaker in this poem isn’t me, I’m the reader and the one who needs to be reminded. At the time I was wrapped up in a lot of the logistics of caregiving for my partner after his lawnmower injury and surgery, but there are sort of magical and mundane things happening all the time that are right there for us if only we look up.