Clean Sheets and Fresh Beginnings
Temples tired and a whining dog
across the street is my teacher today.
The ant scurries, the bee darts,
blue skies peek from behind the clouds.
Clean sheets and fresh beginnings
like a summer rain clear the air.
The foolers are the fooled
and we all pay the price.
A white feather floats to my lap;
surrender to the moment that is.
Pleas for kindness fall on deaf ears.
Floating in a sea of yes,
ponderings and possibilities,
hear the wind and the birds;
the bugs nibble at my feet;
feed the fool within.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018
across the street is my teacher today.
The ant scurries, the bee darts,
blue skies peek from behind the clouds.
Clean sheets and fresh beginnings
like a summer rain clear the air.
The foolers are the fooled
and we all pay the price.
A white feather floats to my lap;
surrender to the moment that is.
Pleas for kindness fall on deaf ears.
Floating in a sea of yes,
ponderings and possibilities,
hear the wind and the birds;
the bugs nibble at my feet;
feed the fool within.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018
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