      |
Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
Another morning,
Getting ready for
work,
Shower and shave,
And then, while drying,
What's this?
A lump
Where none should be?
Finish
toweling off,
And brush the hair,
And head in to work.
But the brain,
Doesn't let go
That
easy,
And you think
Of cancer in the family.
Then remembering
You didn't go
To
Ceremonials
Last year.
How long has it been?
How many mornings
Have you taken
For
granted?
If this is
A worst case scenario.
Needless to say,
Work is not
On your
mind,
And you make
A call about that small thing.
Then you are,
On the exam table,
And
the Doc says,
"I don't think
it is anything, to be concerned about."
But,
Hedging his bets,
He says,
"If
you want,
we can take
it out and check it"
How easily
He is not concerned.
Then
you wait
For the knife and news,
And you wait.
So, today,
I am waiting again' too,
For
lab results and reports.
It has been said, "Time is relative."
So, relatively speaking, I took some
time
Today to have coffee with a friend
And sit in the sunshine
And
listen to the wind.
Today, I will take some time
To pick up my
son from daycare,
And play right away
When we go home.
Today, I took some time
To speak kindly to
people
And e-mail some friends
In cyberspace land.
Today, I will take some time
For my
relations, to write some letters,
To my family far and wide,
For that,
too, is long overdue.
Today, I took some time
To go out to
lunch
With students, and
Ate whatever I wanted.
So, for all my todays,
I will take some
time,
However tomorrows may turn out,
I will take more time.
Time doesn't wait, relatively
speaking,
So, maybe, I'll just
Wear my blue jeans
To work
Whenever
I wish, too.
Awakening this morning,
With small hands
resting
On my tummy,
Where beads live.
Rolling out to cold floor,
To pink and
blue dawn,
As daystar comes in
The Eastern door.
Smoke and prayers,
Go to the Northern
door
With my breath
This day.
It is a good day,
As phone
rings,
Spirit voice closes
The Western Door for now.
There will be
Awakenings to come,
With
small hands,
And pink and blue dawns.
Other doors shall open,
Other doors shall
close,
As these Circles
Continue.
