I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding
Some things you can rely on, like the ebb
and flow of water or the phases of
the Moon. Death and taxes, love
and lust, tears and longing. Always the day
will follow night, bringing joy or sadness
in its wake. Beloved birds will gather
daily at each quiet calling of the dawn;
My eyes will be drawn to fields and
trees and the clouds that frame the mountain as
they scud across an ever-changing sky.
The kettle will sing upon the hob, my
dog will gaze at me, ever-trusting in
my faithfulness. I shall drink honey-laden
tea, and enjoy a shot of sweetness
as another day begins.