lenten journal: holding pattern


    the reason we don’t
    go spinning into
    space as the world turns
    they say is gravity
    as though being weighed
    down is what does it

    we sat around the
    dinner table with
    one who wrote a book
    that mattered to Ginger
    and was held in place
    by the power of words

    we helped serve dinner
    at the shelter with friends
    for folks weighed down
    but still spinning away
    and offered a tether
    in our breaking of bread

    we burst in on belly
    dancers down at the pub
    of all shapes and sizes
    writhing for a room full
    of friends who found who
    resonance in the rhythm

    what matters most is
    weightless — gossamer
    grace or glee – you know:
    old trails of love and tears
    fresh new lines to trace
    held on to not held down



    1. ahhh, milton, such nice work … pure, simple, yet robust & bursting with flavor (flavor = meaning, natch …) – reminds me of a fine blue cheese, or one of the Spanish oveja cheeses, so simple up front & yet the complexities of all creation lurk just beneath & behind the surface … you have inspired me to head home & do some writing of my own; & is that not the greatest of all compliments?

      i miss you … & yet the knowledge of your existence sometimes fills me to the bursting point …


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