Returning to the streets
and sidewalks,
I hunker down within the noise,
exhaling morning prayers.
My thankful breath
a healing mist
for the fever
of these times.
Reading of “Woven Threads”
A simple prescription for being and doing the all we can.
Thank you, Don, for this reminder that the connection starts within us. It is where all things are woven together as you say.
Don — We all need a respite every day from “the fever of these times.” Your poetry is one of my respites. Thank you for sharing.