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And I Breathe

To guard the castle
I left my treasure
told no one and waited, a secret cornerstone
braced for a long, cold wait before prodigal return

Peaches are as old as China,

reserved for the first emperors

This one will be gone in a day

the pit a prize fit only for compost…

Picnickers look up, shrieking and running,
Children look down, then leap for new puddles,
Jumping like tub-fulls of freewheeling frogs…

When I planted those bulbs they looked more like pebbles than flowers, but I knew what I had and what I wanted, and in the damp and dark of October I put them in the ground and gave growth a shot. I love that feeling of doing a good thing and letting it go, trusting that I’ve set it in motion and nature will take its course.

Later on I sat and grinned at my 49 year old ankles, almost crooning at them about their lucky existence in my lucky little world. I didn’t have any more or less than I’d had a few hours earlier, but I did see what I have in a brighter light.

I paused, enjoying the sound of children’s laughter floating through the trees, and these words came to me: hope is the wild ride between peace and fear.

The sensation was as if an angel had laid a hand on my heart.