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Why hide your presence from the multitude
The chair behind the window yielded once to your sitting
The surrounding air warmed to your breathing
Why write only about legends and heroism
About shyness and rendezvous
There are stories of equal splendor:
The passionate listening hands behind the stethoscopes, a warm blanket,
Comforting words and warm moist cloth on your face
That calm your thoughts wakened and suddenly frightened at the middle of the night.

Small things

You are watching a baby crawling
Beaming with vigor and joy
You remember your own enthusiasm
And struggles for achievement.

Discerning obstacles when stranded
You continue to gather firewood
Soon the restless sky will settle
You can build a fire and warm your hands.

You want to acquire silent wisdom
Of observation. You pause and nod
You want to have a clear view,
An understanding for small things.

There are places of encounter:
Between stories of strangers,
Words arranged in folded newspapers,
To start a poem or a new relationship.

one hour

“I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring―I wrote my very best poem while sitting on the hen-house.

“How much one can learn in an hour?”

“Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.”

-Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle.

note: I just finished reading I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith. First published in 1948. A love story. Meta-writing.Very good read. Enjoyable.

Laughter

Why does beauty sometimes make us
feel sad and unselfishness
looks so bewildering?

We live in interpretive world
walking a path of expectations
strewn with attainments and praises.

Our efforts carry promises
measured movement forward
gentle steps that will not frighten a cat.

Share your laughter with the world
audaciously unfold your mirth
cathartic and contagious.