Holding grains

In sunny moments we reach out

touching the blue-green waters that seek our souls

feeling each tiny grain that moves beneath our feet,

we gather the love of this place in our hands.

Words like messages in bottles

bobbing in the mind like a beacon

we hold and read each line

then set it free to return another day.

Beyond this place the lives move on

chain saws buzzing like angry bees

and the sweat runs like a river from beneath the hat of straw,

we drink in the coolness of the water

and sit in shade to catch the meager breeze,

bodies worn and sun-kissed

the chilled and achy muscles say lets rest

as the clouds move in and lightning strikes

echo the atmosphere with their cosmic voice,

nestled in cotton the eyes grow weary

and another day is halfway gone

but so much done

and I feel so blessed to know

that tomorrow will shine after the rain

and the work will wind down

giving refrain

as eve draws near we will sit and listen

to cicadas song

that never are as beautiful

as the gentle flow of tides moving through.

Spent the day cleaning up the neighbors downed fence that was covered in vines. Back breaking work and I could only do so much, no shade over there and baking in the sun chopping down strings of brown and green. Came home and cleaned up, exhausted, I slept for a little while and now refreshed. Real work resumes tomorrow. Hello AC ๐Ÿ™‚

18 thoughts on “Holding grains

  1. Wonderful poem, I felt it all, including the weariness from all that work! You’re a good neighbor. Hope that’s the last of the cleanup now and life can get back to normal for you!

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  2. that’s okay, I know that you know that I’m reading and commenting…invisible nuggets of goodness, some day you’ll find the treasure trove and your eyeballs will light on fire for reading too much ๐Ÿ™‚ haha…lets hope not, you’ve enough issues without burning eyes ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. I’m still trying to figure it out
    I’m not a rocket scientist
    I taught myself this whole
    Blogging thing,but that’s
    How I do most things
    I’m one of last
    Renaissance Men
    As Sheldon Always

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  4. I’m haven’t forgotten to respond to your lovely email S, long long day and physically exhausted…woke from an hour much needed nap. Life returns to normal and I tried commenting on your posts…still didn’t go through…sigh. Thanks too by the way, you are so very appreciated, you’ll never know โค


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