20 May 2023
Today’s low pressure system circles the Island spilling storm waters in torrents through neighborhood streets.
I watch the mourning dove from my window below. She sits unsteady with stoicism in the fork of a branch on her haphazard nest of twigs and twine, weak and waiting.
Conversation tonight with a friend who lifted me through darkness, then, reveals her confusion, her expectation of death nearing each day.
I can only listen, with gratitude for then–present at every breath…and I must in silence let my heart only answer.
This spring’s pallid purple clematis climbs and stretches bold with size and largess, to confront the impossible
despite the awareness that surrounds, even the flowers know enough is enough…