Surrounded by Laurel
In the top drawer of the little Applewood
desk, it was a reminder to live in the moment.
If only it could help my son. Bless him
so the light might magnify.
I’m standing on the high dive which is
curious behavior. But each lifetime is short—
a mystery like a collection of books.
I have cold feet but I’m easy to hold.
Seal in a secret that has to be broken.
Being and doing, action and rest.
I am the reverse of a literalist,
Not the opposite, the reverse.
How to calm the mind?
Hope for us all to be cared for.
-Workshop Group Poem