Family time

Rain closes in around the house

Constrains our orbits

Sends our energy in inward circles

If we were alone, perhaps we’d sleep

But gentle interface keeps us awake

And moves our projects forward

We practice homestead arts —

Cooking without recipes, 

Designing clothing without patterns

Minds and hands together in support

Elsewhere in the house

The sound of music composition

Or something playing on a video

The rocking of a chair, a rustled paper

Doors that squeak as people come and go

We’re family here

The cycles of our movement

flow alone, then intersect

pass by deftly, sometimes interact

So weaving in our days a quiet ease

and subtly feeding us with needed peace.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 5, 2012