Anthem for Tired

Dear ones, its’ been an eventful couple of weeks, and last night it hit me hard. It was a struggle to get this together today, even several hours late. After much sitting still looking at my hands, finally, something like a draft.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedFor the days when it hurts to sit down and the air is too heavy to rise,when even the hawk diving across the framed-in blue of your windowcan't shift your eyes up from where they fell,when your hands rest where they landed in the center of the alphabet--For these days I bring you grace,touching you as uncontrolled as breathing,I bring you another darting bird, and another, and one more --enough to finally pull your eyes up just a littleto start the wheel of rememberingyou are a creature of life and movement.