I woke up this morning
And said “I’m ready to go…”
A tear welled up in my eye.
I don’t know what it meant;
Someone deep down or high up surely must

The wind chimes dance
With an unseen partner,
And the movement is music;
Yet still there is sadness
that cannot find its home.

The mugginess clutched me
Like an earth that will not let go.
Is there nothing beyond this grasp?
Perhaps a soft field
With gentle rain on its lips.

tpt 5/9/2019