The rise and fall of cicadas’ screaming
August breathing
A slower cadence than my own
Reminding me to sit, to sink
Trust the process as it unfolds
Its own schedule knowing
My shoulders can bear the work when it is time.
(for Papa)
~ by April on August 3, 2012.
Posted in Humanity, Loss, Meditation, Poetry, Whimsy
That’s lovely. 🙂
Much gratitude. That means more today than you know. Thanks for reading.
Beautiful. I just wrote a little freewrite that this reminds me a lot of. Wonderful work!
Thanks so much for reading. I truly appreciate it.
Thank you. I like that
It came to me while meditating, before I knew about his passing…but seemed to fit somehow.