How does my lizard brain know
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| Photo by Mike Gaige |
the day of the week,
a concept I loose so easily when I step
away from my accustomed routine?
And yet, three weeks to the day
heading home in my car
tears slide, then cascade
down my cheeks.
Sobs well from the depths.
This morning, in a fit of sanity
I had straightened and cleaned house.
I took out compost,
put away dishes, and brought in
an extra arm load of firewood.
I watered plants
and opened curtains.
I was making space, I thought,
for the house guests
Focus and Possibility
Instead my lizard brain knocks
and on the doorstep, stands
Third Anniversary
bearing gifts of
longing and sorrow.
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