Moving Through This

I was thinking about lavender 

How depending on the light

It deepens violet 

Into fields where I have been 

But often can’t

Quite adequately recall, 

The pictures in my mind’s eye bracing

Or is it bracketing  

One grove after another, 

One grove into another, 

Other times the color shifting 

Subtle as it 

Fades, as it

Pulls my eye to 

Horizon. 

Let what seeks you find you 

I think about that 

I begin to understand it.

Let all seeking find you;  

Paths with newness 

Never contemplated, 

Pushed away, haze obscuring 

Such connections always 

Waiting, although 

I fear to look to

Find them. They may find me.

i don’t do this 

I say to myself 

Slow down, you move too fast

Now, breathe, and wait, 

It feels decision but therein, 

Some needed, wanted  

Worlds exist in perfect tension. 

Anyway

In the night black house

The dog snores

Into the next, and beside me 

He too snores, sleeping deeply now 

Perhaps even healing into 

This. 

And this. 

I close my eyes, 

The colors of

My sleep arrive, scented

And wafting

Across the Pyrenees, winds swaddling

Memories, the young girl on her bicycle, 

In Isere

Not knowing then how 

She’d be pedaling now 

Across the fields of France. 

December 15