my friends, my friends
i’ve missed you!
though it’s only been
a few weeks
i’ve been busy being
anxious-anxious-about
a job with atightdeadline
and
facing my usual fear
of being forced
into a too-small box
and
won’t you believe it?!
a friend got engaged
in a bold flourish
that had us all in tears
and
there were phone calls
(lots of long ones)
and
a sick sister
i couldn’t care for
because she’s far away
on a lake you’d probably like
but
how have you been?
i want to hear
all about
your great standing work
who came to stay
or to pray?
who needed you
took respite under you
as i do?
oh, i’ve missed you
my friends, my friends
though it’s only been
a few weeks
On returning to my sit spot—lie spot—sigh spot under a trio of knobthorn trees, after an absence because I (thought I) was doing life.
Yesterday, as I approached my spot, I rushed in, excited, and began singing the poem. I hadn’t realised I knew it off by heart! I left out one verse that I later deleted.
I keep feeling that this one isn’t finished. For now, it’s enough to share the busy-busy that I’ve been, knowing the great presence of the knobthorns steers me back to the present.
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