peaceful gravities

this morning I startled
the sudden green flit
of a hummingbird
beak-deep in the hyacinth,
just as I and the morning
rounded the corner
at Republican and 18th

all things, it seems,
have their individual gravities
with a varying pull between –
and mine is perhaps now
an easier peace due to
the gravity of me with you
underneath the cherry trees

© Sarah Whiteley

I always feel a little special when I see hummingbirds, so this morning it was a nice treat to stumble across the little green fellow in the spring flowers. I was able to head into work a little later than usual today, so got to actually enjoy a little morning light and wildlife. And of course the crows were thrilled I remembered to bring breakfast. One hopped after me like a stray dog begging for more, so much so that a man walking in the opposite direction turned around and stared at me and my little corvid companion for a full block.

One tax deadline is done as of last night. One more spring deadline to go. I plan on catching up on my blog reading this week and weekend – looking forward to it! And after April 15th, there will be a nice little pair of announcements – one a big life transition, and the other just plain old fun!

Be well, my friends!

the weight of space

while the strains
may recede
the sound trembles
still
a moment’s breath
upon the skin
notes played
to empty places
a chorus
to barren chairs

where
shall I stand
without gravity
no strings
to cling to
to pluck
the resonance
of forgotten
parts

this gravity
of once
this heft
of no longer
we may hold
as ballast
we let go
of stones
yet feel still
the weight
of the space
left
the breadth
of their
absence

© Sarah Whiteley