Lent 33

 

Gray light filters through

A window pane that should be cleaned

For spring

Porous curtains reach to the floor

The house is yellow

There is a Lincoln emblem on the front

This is where I live

Welcome

 

You live somewhere else

I hope it is a good place for you

If not, I hope that changes

I hope that you are well today

If not, I hope that changes

 

The season turns toward conclusion

We didn’t make that happen

We didn’t even have to count

So many things inexorably

So many things we change

If we can,

If we want to

 

Maybe what you have is good

I’d like to think so

Though I know too many patterns that

Imprison and a lack of catalyzing

Will

Maybe this has been a waiting time

There are several days left

Maybe you’re learning to

Lengthen your breathing in one way

Or another

Maybe you can count

And it doesn’t keep you in

Maybe freedom with rules

Is understood, at last

 

These passages are ours, you know

As all seasons that we have

Belong to us

We could turn the circle over

Beholding nothing that we own

As well

That’s all right

We know what we can take

It’s not much

And it’s the most important

 

Have what we have

And enjoy the passing

 

C L Couch

 

 

Muhammad Mahdi Karim – Own work, GFDL 1.2, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=13092558

A dhow in the Indian Ocean, near the islands of Zanzibar on the Swahili Coast.