Wednesday, September 25, 2013


In the midst of combat
Off-balance, off-
Beat, tense, winded

I stumbled on
A reservoir of calm
Secret, hidden
Banked from aimless hours spent
A cabin by the lake
A rock, baked in the sun
A cat-warmed bed

Wasted time, it seems was
Not so wasted after all

That dousing triggered me to

Glory, just like that
Breath steadied, shoulder slacked
Feet fell into patterned certitude
Three touches
Bim bam boom

Go figure

How can I find that puddled quietude again?
Short of being drenched in memory
What can bring me
Back to earth?

Maybe nothing-I’d better blaze the path to my new
Swimming hole, my
Private pool of peace

The better to do battle

Photo by Dan Belton (No Badger Cull) on Flckr

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