just me and claude — big, longhair black cat dozing under the back porch. a poem or two and bird song in the air. on my second cup of dandelion tea. time out from too much work. glad to feel sunshine and rhythms different from the pre-packaged twenty-four.
neighbor’s compressor makes me jump. same feeling as when this trapdoor heart of mine drops into the past. my mother’s suffering, my pain now. yet feeling something new. compassion for myself. i’d learned as a kid that this was something people ought to have for others. but where does it start? putting both feet down on this sweet, dark earth i discover that in owning nothing, i belong to everything.
machine whine stops. this day resumes. the force of spring is everywhere. soundings—hammer and nail houses going up nearby; the chain-sawed trees and our dazed silences; highway pistons and gears dropping; helicopter rotors.
real work today–
~ Donna Fleischer
in Presence, issue 35, 2007