Hidden Heart

7 May 2023

An aching body at 4:00, trying to recover from penetrating days of work: cold, damp, indecisive.

So much needs to still be done.

A random bouquet from Monday, gesturing a gift from warm wishes: allergies, uncontrollable, debilitating.

So little it takes to give a smile.

A seven-day passing, blooms fresh and alive, most feeling their distinction: absorbed, basking, exaltation.

So rarely are reasons refined.

You whisper through a small glass of Dolcetto from your hills, Le Langhe, as I drift in this silence.

So prescient confide cues undetected, unseen…time and again.

By jjillgallery

Quietly seeking to meet Trust wherever Life leads, I understand service as key to gratitude and balance. Freshwater woodlands evoke the most serenity in me wherever they're found. I've shared space & time on terrain of my Ligurian and Oscan ancestors, feeling their souls guiding me, especially in silent contemplation. Today, after over thirty years of engagement in programs for children, secondary, university and adult learning, the gifts life brings on Long Island's Matinecock-Algonquin earth, I try to give & receive with grace.

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