Me attempting to emulate Rumi. Will keep practicing.
To bed alone, and awake, alone…
Well, I can
Take the time to stretch the body
To drink the lemon water
To ponder the advice of friends
Open the door and the air here is kissing me
Embracing me
Calling me to walk
But the neighbour stepped on a nail (that does not sound poetic)
the sea is singing to the right of me
I could use some jokers to the left
Ah. A deer.
Another doe and her daughters
And then another two.
Jumping and joking, as requested.
Blue jays
Fluffing and flitting
Even funnier.
A friend from France
Joins me for some conversation
The shades of loneliness
Men, our kids, ourselves…
A heart touch.
I am alone, but not alone.
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