these indoor preparation days
of dusting and of vacuum cleaning,
sorting through and seeking meaning
What thoughts emerge, what entertainment
plays upon my mind? What dreams
might I remember, what stories
do I find?
And have I caught the blessing
of the half moon through bare trees
at four? And of the birch leaves at noon
that left their limbs like a flock of birds?
And the moments, and their gratitude
when I notice the particulars of the day?
©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2017
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