rainy February day

And alas, in case I didn't remember

Comes today

Rain and gray

Lingers me in my morning bed

 

Last week drunk on springtime

Falling over

Tears for crocuses

Sunrises

Warm breezes

Back porch speech writing joy

Bouncing from one pie, valentine's hand towel, rally to the next

So much so that for some reason today's low wasn't expected

 

 

When I don't feel like there's deep enough to grab on to and touch

my vulnerable, weathering, tumbled personhood

my small tiny place in all of this

the way the wind blows me

then comes today

 

and in a quiet voice commands me to remember

to still and step back

to be that encompassing acceptance of myself

that is steadily rooted

patiently to withstand any storm

potted in a love bigger than my own

in a place I can claim no ownership of or definitive knowledge about