for the last several weeks i have been caught up in the ‘news’ of the day. not very interesting news, not even ‘compelling’ news, just the news. and so now, when the gist of the argument rests in some dusty corner, at least for now, i have come to rest here, on my cold but very sunny front porch. i am trying to remember other times, other places, other friends (many who are no longer on this plane we ride in), and wondering where it all fits. then it dawns on me, like the revelation to st. john, that what matters is not what we think about, but what IS when we stop thinking . . .
steam from my cocoa rises
to somewhere else
First published in: A Hundred Gourds!