At the guest cottageI sit on the deck in the sun
sipping tea,
trying to recover from my life's
self-created confusion.
Surprisingly, behind the cottage,
there are woods.
Birds dip and chirp,
rabbits scurry.
The landscape could have been barren,
reflecting the condition of my soul.
Though a flat, sandy vista has
its own desolate and lonely beauty.
But instead--this paradise of
leaves and twisted branches
where I can walk my dry heart into moisture,
where I can float into mist-filled green,
and dance with the fairies.
Not sure I like the dance with the faries part but at least I wrote something.
PS I even got asked out on a date!! But am not going. Like G. very much as a painter and eccentric soul, but do not want any romantic stuff in my life right now and although I am not attracted in that way I think he might be. Still, fun to be asked.
