Coming home means time for reflection and time to return to the daily routines. When I woke up this morning I was greeted by the overflowing mound of laundry…which led me to thinking about the abundance of the last week.
Overflow
Days of abundance overflow
wild rivers carry infinite grains of sand
mixing rain and sea water
nature’s elixir
coating my eyes
my throat
my being
freezing to icy whiteness
as we climbed the mountain
high above the city
head in the clouds
droplets run like rivers
down my cheeks and back to the sea
overflowing in a crash
of waterfalls
Traces followed me home
in my head
in my photographs
and in the pile of laundry
overflowing the basket.
Douillard 2018
And I came home to an email…a fun little list poem from a student.
A berry on a bush,A sizzle from a pan,A woof from a dog,A little ladybug’s plan,A fine line land,A click from a clock,And that is how my poem stops.Hadley
What abundance have you been experiencing?