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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Small Miracles in Covid Times

A rainy, gloomy day
Confined by social distancing
Feeling very much alone
I reached out to Margie
Who comes here once a month
To help with my house cleaning

She is coming here tomorrow
Now I have a task to do
Cardboard boxes from Amazon
Quarantining in my bath tub
Need breaking down
Cheering me with useful work

A second joy brightened me
Grandson James soon college bound
Texted me an invitation
Supper out and conversation
Wonderful way to say goodbye
We’re going Tuesday night

Good things come in threes they say
While washing dishes after lunch
Playing favorite old CD’s
I heard All The Things You Are
And traveled back to my teen years
Chills and goosebumps still intact

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The Senior Transportation Connection

I quit driving myself – abandoned my car
Found I’ve been transported to a new world
Peopled by those who still have destinations
And when needing a ride call the S.T.C.

We help each other putting on seatbelts
Check on how each one’s day is unfolding
And sometimes something magical happens
When we tell our stories

Not long ago on one of my trips
A second passenger boarded the van
A smallish woman in a neat knitted cap
With whom I clicked while helping buckle her in

I saw a riot of colorful flowers
Grass, vines and green trees graced her yard
She told about her plants outside and inside
I soon sensed we were kindred souls

And so began our discussion of plants
Like some women have about their grandchildren
She mentioned her birthday coming up in December
I asked her the date and she said “the ninth”

I felt a tingle of recognition
Felt my joy bubbling up
So I replied “Just what I expected.
That date is my birthday, too!”

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Brand New Day: Back to Basics

I walk with a cane
Hiking staff put to new use
I like style and flair

Chic has its limits
No disguising poor balance
I sought therapy

Baby steps trained me
I’m a whiz on the gym floor
A wimp out-of-doors

Summoned my courage
Planned to navigate sidewalk
Leading home from church

Tucked cane under arm
Walked just like I remembered
Arrived unafraid

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Haiku: Underground Spring

Earth warms in secret
Precious green gifts creating
First crocus pops up

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Haiku: Sensing Gifts

Rain pings window pane
Feet warm in old moccasins
Feel softness of sox

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Haiku: New Math

Long planned trip cancelled
Calendar blessedly free
The respite I need

A marvelous thing
Subtracting equals adding
Result less is more

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Eye Spy

Dreary airport sounds.
Calls to flights and cancellations
Conversations cell phone drone
Weariness pervades my bones.

People-watching changes scene.
Dramas large and small
Engage me with human race
Bringing smiles to my face.

Seeing families deplane
I spy a little boy
Following his mom and dad
Two smaller sisters in their arms.

His four-year-old self, I gage
All seriousness and firm endeavor
Pulling his own roller bag
Spider Man his hero buddy.

My heart filling to brim
I could not stop my face’s beam
Suddenly he turned his head
Shyly smiling back at me.

Written in response to DungeonPrompt: Spreading Joy

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Haiku: Odd Birds

My new neighbors honk.
Pair of geese who winter spent
Flying patterns rare.

Standing on my roof
Bellies full from neighbors’ crumbs
They seem quite content.

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