XCII
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
The bushes they were bells;
I could not find a privacy
From Nature’s sentinels.~Emily dickinson
In cave if I presumed to hide,
The walls began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack
To make me visible.
It’s been a week, so for today, I’m just going to leave this here for you. It was a little sparkling breath of wonder for me on a busy and exhausting day that began at the hospital (everyone’s fine–scheduled procedure), continued with a trip to the vet (everyone’s fine but very expensive), and ended with the arrival of friends returning after decades away. So it’s been a good day, but also the kind of day when you just need to pause, take a breath, and indulge in a very small poem.
May you be visible in all the best ways.
The Emily Project 