For just a few hours

(Or years, or decades, or millennia)

I am Alone

a rarity, at all, certainly since March 2020.

Hearing a buzzing, distressed dragonfly

seeing him trapped in the rosemary

his bright blue tail, green body, fragile wings

buzzing around frantically

then stillness, then buzzing again

I wonder if he is injured

or only trapped in the shrubbery

wishing he were up in the sky

I try to set him free

staying long enough to see him fly away.

Answering the call to sit with a friend

in rocking chairs

listing to her mama heart break open

we share tears, together

and laughter too.

Delivering a handmade, birthday gift to a front door step

left there as a surprise.

Picking up boots for a girl who wants to ride horses.

Spending time with seedlings,

herbs and possibilities in the garden

warning the crickets to not take every last leaf! Please?

Starting six new ivy plant cuttings in water

in milk bottles from the farm

where my father-in-law used to milk cows.

Talking to a tree and friends alive and dead

from the comfort of my deck.

Soaking up the sun’s last rays at the end of the day.

Writing this poem.

Bending time when I was gifted 2 hours or 3 all to myself.

Bending Time