Eagerness: Making Connections

From the trackless void
Spring overflows,
Green explosion,
Magnificent abundance;

Squirrels dance and forage,
Pigeons peck at tidbits,
The dog walkers
Are out in force,

Picking up after
Their pooches
And generally enjoying
The warm fresh air;

Meanwhile, I simply sit
Above the city streets,
Part of all of it
And observing quietly;

Calmly drinking in
The busy scene
And the tranquil bits
In between;

Breathing in
And feeling the pain
Of the aching muscles
All over the body,

And yet,
The ease continues unabated
Amidst the discomfort
Of the Fibromyalgia;

Aching in the spine and toes,
Where the arthritis lives and grows,
Provoked by another weather front coming in,
Reminding me of the interconnectedness of everything.

Eagerly: Ordinary Enthusiasm

Gentle pen
Slides over the paper,
Barely touching,
Fingers adjusting,

A micro-world
Unto itself,
Hand, plastic and metal
Function as one,

And yet my fibro-fumble
Slows the pace
And distorts the letters
On the page,

Difficult to read
And low on speed
But feels right
In the dim light;

Scratching away,
Life at play,
Leaning into the game,
The eternal lane,

Slipping across
The wood fiber highway,
Whose substance once
Grew from a planted tree.

Remarkable combinations
Arise spontaneously,
Just like the words,
Flying up freely.

Not sure where this is leading,
Or where it originated
But great fun
And better than ever.

Duly: Mindful Outing

So good to be out
On a warm spring evening,
Strolling along
For no particular reason;

Observing life on the street:
Pigeons cooing and flapping,
Squirrels scampering and chirping,
Tails flailing in the trees;

Then up comes a breeze,
Stirring up the dirt,
People and cars are passing,
Clouds are massing.

Dropped by a dollar store
To purchase light bulbs, oatmeal and lemon juice,
But the line was so long
I gave up and left.

And so, as the night sets in,
I head for home,
Stowing my empty backpack
In the usual corner;

Removing my jacket
And throwing it over
The bundle buggy
That sits by the door,

Kicked off my joggers,
Changed into my lounging clothes,
Removed some leftovers
From the fridge,

Put the stew on to reheat
And enjoyed a mindful moment,
Breathing in and out,
Watching and learning from everything;
The microwave beeps, signaling supper is done.