Made of twigs and reeds, knitted with ancient care,
The entrance places itself precisely where there is no need for one.
In the middle of a forest clearing,
It seems to serve no purpose at all.
Making its presence all the more alluring.
My mind is not motionless,
Yet, I seem frozen on this lovely day.
Another situation where I cannot seem to concentrate,
While it appears to others I am perfectly so.
So today I will try and make the internal and external movements the same.
In an attempt at synchronicity.
Which to choose?
On or Off, sometimes the decisions are that simple.
We often should discern, but not always.
At these times it is a simpler choice.
I shed those summer duds,
Creating for a few days,
A carpet of great beauty,
Which leads to my most colorful moments of the year,
Making you look up,
Perhaps for the first time year.
And notice me.
The Green Chair awaits me.
Full of its emptiness, a newer older legacy.
Discarded in a building with little purpose today;
Sitting hopefully, someone may want to use me again.
But realistic enough to know my time may be over in this place.
Each day something strange reaches out,
Often from a very beautiful source,
Then unexpectedly, it takes my breath away,
And scares me.
As the tentacles and the poison nears my skin.
Once again, the day comes without interruption,
Stamping the ground with another soft step,
But one which always lands, consistent, reliable, unavoidable.
So it is up to me to change the outcome,
Or let it pass unnoticed.
It always seems to be lit,
The candle I need in my life,
Even when I am not sure who is carrying it for me,
Or when they will say or do the right thing.
Which I need at this moment.