Excuses...

8.2.09

No. I am not
It might seem that I am
And these may sound like excuses
I’m somewhat aside from the telling
Stepping away –
A bit held from the say
The words I’d use to tell it

They might look in – or whatnot
Wonder and believe
What is not

They think they know
What they could not know
And I have not forgot

Alas—
Perhaps
It’s not me
Who knows – it could be – maybe
But what I believe
Is I did not leave
I am still
Right where I was
Yes…
Quite yes.
In more ways than I’m not

Perhaps the issue is not where either has gone
But that the whole premise was origined wrong
You know – had a wrong start
Misconceived
Generated
False beliefs
And so, you never knew
I’m still me – perhaps you’re still you
These excuses will have to do.

(written in answer to the question of change)

M. Knight

Gratitude 8.3.09

I am grateful for my garden, and my family to share it with. I love the smallness of us, and the huge-ness, too. I'm just grateful for outdoors, and water, and plants and life. I am grateful for learning each day to release and allow life to exist, to be, to stretch and grow. I am grateful for my daughter's voice, her smile, her laugh, her eyes - full of wonder. I am grateful for my husband's compassion, his inquisitive nature, his natural tendency to nurture, his sense of humor, his at-home-with-me self that no one else knows, his undying support - so strong it's difficult to accept at times. I am grateful... for my garden, my family, for life, for us. Just what we are, where we are.