Softly

SOC Writing _ 21.10.21

Softly

Getting out of bed, pleasure, breath - the life force up your back, wash down your front - allow this to be - a night of sadness and a new day greets you across the sun streaked valley - a promise always that the little thing in this cold day are for you - the kettle singing - the ceramic mug - the tea leaves are for you - hold you - you don’t have to do this hard walking - grazed and bloodied - come up for air - let your animal be cared for by the world - by a reality that buoys and support all the lonely, lonely places - you have been busy. If you could see inside you - the industry - the sheer noise and work that is being wrought in the low places - you would marvel - just as you marvel at the beauty of the old, well restored buildings in Littleton town - wood and stone - steel and the beautiful industry that makes your heart sing. You re not leaving now - even as the bones in the ash of your fire have gone out - thank you David - you are not leaving - you are just arriving - and my fear of meeting you again turns to curiosity - what will be there? Then? Putting away my little book of entries to you - I will turn up on the day, as myself in that day to find with hope, with no hope, with joy at the life that abounds in you and I. Even after a long hiatus - the connection has not wained - has sprouted new rootlings - has found new sources of sustenance - the soil waiting beneath the tree, full of dead animals, fish bones and compost - yes deeper and deeper go the roots to nourish this growing tree of you and me - a hope kindled not from my mind, but from the reality of a good separation, a good time to let grow and die that which might otherwise have not - and letting go of the fragile parts, embracing my soft inner core - the helplessness of this love - on bent knees - waiting fo you - waiting in the shadow, waiting in the light - and a kiss upon my lips always given freely and let be as always.