Stuff in the box

I wonder why I still have them.
that dried flower in the book,
the pass for a concert,
a worn out train ticket,
that one restaurant bill,
a deep red pebble,
a green frog pencil cap,
the note from my birthday,
or that picture inside the envelope.
Why did I keep them,
through places to places?
I want to know what to do,
with all these dead things I carry.

On friendship's day

One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people.

- John O’Donohue

Drought and Rain

“Suddenly this defeat,

this Rain.

The blues gone gray,

And the browns gone gray,

And yellow,

a terrible amber. 

I have been easy with trees 

too long. 

Too familiar with mountains. 

Joy has been a habit. 

Now Suddenly 

this Rain.” 

― Jack Gilbert