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- abandoned
- absence of light
stumbling hopefully
stumbling inside a mist of hurting
and a fog of fatigue where every
little task keeps me too busy
to remember i am upheaving
much of what matters to my life
still, the hope that i can, with help,
cling to some dignity, is what is
driving this change
there will be beautifully happy moments
no matter what and no matter where
there always have been
organizing shiftiness
trying to keep up with everything
i had signed up to do, but i’m so tired already
from organizing, packing
and losing track of needed items
such as my favorite credit card
but this time next week i’ll be able
to settle down and begin to put
things where they will stay
- at least for a while
terrified of the move
overwhelming to try to organize
the move when i cannot picture
how best to set my furniture
in my new rooms
but reassured there is no hurry
i can spread out the smaller items
over weeks or even months
if i need to
first things, the heavy items
for the movers
laughter here, and joy
prospecting for a new home
away from this haven on the hill
with its view for seventy miles
to the snow-capped Cascades
this gift my husband gave
in love and joined me in fulfillment
in joy when hosting the family
in contentment watching birds
squat and squawk at the feeder
California quail dust bathing
with one too many to fit in the bowl
deer peering into our windows
fawns learn young to jump fences
elk herds mow down the wire fences
an ancient cow elk guarding
the calves frolicking in our lower field
there has been laughter here
and joy
such little things move mountains
day in and day out is living
raindrops slide mountain-sides into scree
tender shoots push upward through soil as plant starts
root fingers lift concrete walkways
a snide word leads to blood feud
a thoughtless snub to sadness
bitter labels and recriminations to a child’s loss of self-worth
an unexpected compliment produces a smile at being recognized
a word of praise can change a day toward kindness
la sin duh
my dislike then extends to myself
haiku
lingering dislike
breeds fault finding when
i can’t walk away