Maybe tomorrow
I’ll walk down to the end of my block
and watch the sun rise
over the bay
at 6:56am.
If I’m not too busy
stretching out my back muscles,
rotating away the
tightness in my shoulders,
unclenching my jaw,
softening my brow.
Maybe tomorrow…
But the plants need watering.
I promised a new blog post
to a coveted website
by the end of the week.
The dryer’s filled with a mass of t-shirts
begging to be folded.
And the pieces of my Thanksgiving project –
destined to replace our lively get together this year –
are sprawled crazily over my kitchen counter –
calling for completion.
Maybe tomorrow,
I’ll walk down to the end of my block
and watch the sun rise
over the bay
at 6:56am.
Maybe.
This Thanksgiving,
when so many of us
are aching to be
with family and friends,
let’s lament our losses less
and glory in the wonders
of nature more.
Take the damn walk. 😊😊
Happy Turkey Day!
Keep Preserving Your Bloom,
Iris Ruth Pastor