the shadow
of the rocking chair
in the corner
holds mystery
only
when the whole
is obscured from our sight.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
–1 Corinthians 13:12
…and I’m grateful that He has called me by name.
It’s a local landmark
in our front yard.
“Is that the building with the tree in the middle?”
they ask.
We nod and smile.
Only the old folks remember
it used to be a
fruit-stand.
Bleachers built
in a perfect hexagon
around the tree
for bushels of gleaming red
and glowing gold apples —
Jonathan Mcintosh
Cortland Winesap
Golden delicious
Yellow transparent.
Breathe deep
Smell the sweet
Hear the shouts of sisters
jumping down the bleachers
between the baskets–
our feet zing
and echo
on the wooden boards.
The years transform
the echo
into the whine
of brine trucks
speeding up the road.
When did I get old?
Gratitude for the old cottage that has come round to my life again…
think before speaking
listen to really hear
keep the mouth shut tightly —
in silence
the connection is loud and clear.
Gratitude for my man and his quiet ways
the circle of life 