You are the cracks in my sidewalk, Dear One,
through which the healing herbs have grown.
Today plantain and chamomile, clover
and comfrey on my path replace
the mints and garlics I walked on before—
and Mother’s back did not break from
these cracks—Her burden lightened with insight
hindsight finally brought me
when wrinkles took my neck in hand and slowed
my pace from apprehension to
participation in each moment’s call
to move and happily to fall
in love, Dear One, again again always
caught up in depths that amaze.
I think this little sonnet is meant to be part of a much larger piece which I will write when my words catch up with my experiences. Inspired by Falling in Love by Fr. Richard Rohr, OFM.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast