the piano is being tuned
one key at a time
In my heart
one string after another
slips a bit
Who am I now?
Who am I becoming?
is no longer
What was not
has come to life
at the end
it all feels
Yet the beginning
and the end meet,
Rarely in my adult life have I felt so out of control. So uncertain about today, tomorrow, and even yesterday. We see so much, and know or understand so little.
At the same time, though, pieces I never before understood suddenly punch me in the gut. Yes, there is a logic. But not the logic of my childhood.
Life if a gift. Often beautiful and filled with joy, though not without pain and uncertainty. Not simply because of our mega-earth crisis, but because of personal ‘stuff’ that gets in the way.
Still, I look outside my kitchen window every morning. Nothing has been rehearsed, and nothing has been promised. Yet the birds keep visiting the feeders, the trees dance in breezes or lash around in torrential storms, and the sun comes up whether I see it or not.
It’s an honor to be human. Nonetheless, sometimes I would love to trade places with a small Carolina Wren, a large Red-breasted Woodpecker, or Smudge sitting at the kitchen window watching the morning feeding frenzy.
Cheers from me to you on this chilly, windy, early April morning.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 4 April 2022
Photo taken by erf, September 2020