Shoulder the Sun

The day you stop

The day you know so muchyou stop being curiousis the day you know nothing.

Stumbling, allowing

Stumbling through todaywaiting to allow the worldto knock me senseless with awe.

Runaway trains

There are runaway trainsand I keep getting on them,leaving you at the station

In every leaf

Crazed in our made-up world,blind to the love in every leaf.

The trouble with wanting more

The trouble withwanting more,said Bird,is it leaves youwanting more.

Our lives

Forever distractedfrom the terrorof browning petals.

Deep time

Sometimes I fret about yesterdayor worry about tomorrow.Then I noticethe granite cliffbehind my house.

We’re told to ignore the emptypart, to step away from the voidand mind the gap. So instead webusy our heads with the full partand are glad our lives are complete.But what if the empty part isthe important part and the fullpart is merely a distractionfrom what is truly real?

Statue

When I dieI hope they makea statue of meso I can wait in stillnessand see all the thingsI never sawbecause I was too wrapped upin my own self-ness.

Knowledge

We start by lovingthe world around usuntil we thinkwe know better.

Home and family

One day we will extendour family beyond theThanksgiving table andour home beyond ourlocked front door.Until then, we fight alonein this brutal, beautiful world.

Seeds

The seeds I sowedin little black potsunder chicken wireneed ice and snowto germinatewhich is why I trustspring will cometo every one of useven when it seemsour winter will never end.

Peekaboo

Remembering can bethe funniest thing.Where do you goand how can I forgetyou have gonewhen you come backso easily?

Forgot

We forgot we were homeso went lookingin other places.

Run away to home

There are days when I wantto run away to home—to that place that is right,where the ground smells like comfortand the trees wave hello. There are dayswhen I rememberand so—gladly—I come home,I am home,I am.