amidst
the bustling
of the caulkers
and the swishing
of the air as
the hammers swing
simultaneously
in harmony
the shimmering
of tranquility
beckons
_not_
the tranquility
of contrast
to activity,
no:
this is
the pre-creational
tranquility
of the acquiescent
about-to-be:
not quite pregnant yet
but far from infertile
either
©Mark Temple
Wonderful poem – and wonderful to hear your ‘voice’. We have have missed them both of late.
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