I stood at the kitchen window
and looked across the leftover
dishes from last night’s dinner
and out into the backyard
because it was snowing
free falling flakes the size of
communion wafers dissolving
as they hit the unfrozen ground
ending their long lilting journey
with nothing to show for it
it felt important to stand still
at the window with my coffee
and take notice of the fleeting
offering the almost manna
the snow that will not be named
just as I want to take notice of
the barista who has not stopped
making lattes since I sat down
who keeps calling names
though no one asks for hers
Peace,
Milton
Snowing and melting near Richmond, today, too. Thank you for acknowledging someone with a thankless job. I have been that worker so many times.
I love the idea of ‘ almost manna ‘. We could pray that in this Lentern season, our lives may become true ” manna for the hungry soul and to the weary, rest “