Disruption
Vicki Robin
July 2024
So this is it
This is the time
When time is spent
Extending the time
I am here.
My precious heart skipped a beat or two
A time or two
My strong, faithful beating heart
Caught it’s toe on a crack in the sidewalk
And caught its balance in a beat or two
and sauntered on.
I’d settled in for meditation
Gaze first on the far horizon
On the mountains held in the mottled gray sky
Gaze through the gauze of thoughts within
Feel the cozy heartbeat of my settled life.
And then
Close eyes
Deep breath
Exhale
Cough
Pound.
No wait
OK
Deep breath in
Exhale with a cough
A thud against my breastbone.
Again and again
And then
Reluctantly
Bundling up to take
My heart to the
Medical outpost
In my rural island home.
The walls of my life seem set and solid
The patterns grooved and comfortable
Wake, wash, cat, tea,
Meditate and write.
The kind of patterns that seem like the bones of the home I live in
But, in one stray beat,
I see
It’s all
Just wallpaper
The luminescent bubble of daily life
Burst by a random beat.
Loved it!!
Vicki, I truly hope you are ok and that your heart has quickened only to remind you and us of our vulnerability, our finite time here on this planet. I feel intensely the thoughts and feelings of your writing as I am a comrade in this elder hood a sometimes dangerous neighborhood! Peace to you and keep writing!
Susan Rosengrant