Even leisure can be a to-do list:
___ get out in nature,
___ bathe,
___ relax!!!!
___ pet the cat,
___ listen to the owl,
___ go to yoga,
___ sit silently for x amount of minutes,
___ eat nutritious food,
but true letting go hammers no list.
Health comes in its own time with no terms.
Music is found under layers of clutter, cleared away.
No one was actually keeping score.
The list keeper is happy to turn the reigns over,
as long as she is
convinced
converted
at last
by the magic mother once again –
she is stunned into silence by a something larger
that she cannot understand.
She is silenced finally in
open space full of nothing
no appointment
no calls to make
no bills to pay
no food to eat
no person expecting…anything.
How many years does it take to clear space like this?
Many and none –
a miracle
this island
in the middle of doing
always existing, almost invisible
right here
a chair
a breeze
an open ear
without a ready response
no sizing up
no plan
no worry
houses lost
clothes outgrown
a trillion cicadas clacking, mating and dying
while this body learned to have no clock
learned that needs will make themselves known
without having to cry –
a baby again
in the arms of such a large mother
as I can be to myself.
No other task was ever more important;
no job was ever asked.
Life as Improv 
nice
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Im realy not a poetry reader, but this one was nice and it was very interesting.
Nice work!
I hope my poem is a gateway drug for more poetry for you 🙂 I visited your blog and realized that creating things with materials such as wood, metal and even shrubbery is its own form of moving and creative poetry, I think. Thanks so much for visiting!
Yay, even doing fun things can be forgotten. I totally agree with that. Sometimes It’s easier to sleep than to have fun.
Sleep actually tops my list of fun things 🙂 Thank you for visiting!
This is such a cute list…I scribbled mine down earlier this morning. Its funny to see how much the world is alike.
Humans and their lists 🙂
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certainly!
Brilliant work
Great post
The title itself held my breath…. We usually listen to people saying life’s short make the most of it and all, and that life is counted in moments and moments are all that matters. It’s not important that we reach our destiny but how we make the journey , this beautiful blog has explained it so simply that not just a big dream but the little things done with a little more awareness that there’s no retake and this is all there is and this is most beautiful and magical. Thank you for reminding me of this which I have been hearing for so long yet not implemented completely …… Here’s to living for the moment.
Thank you so much for your deep and thoughtful response. BEing in the moment’s flow – we remember together. marga
Incredibly imagined and expressed!
🙂
just awesome
I don’t usually read poetry, but I really enjoyed this. There were certain lines that really made me smile with recognition. I’ll keep an eye on your work. 🙂
Poetry has grown on me in recent years – so I understand the disinclination to read it. My curiosity is tapped now for Dharma in bite-sizes. 🙂
Maybe it will grow on me too. I suspect I am missing out!
I hope you enjoy my little collection of stories. My blog is only a week old but I have high hopes of it becoming a really great collection one day! 🙂
You’ve been busy this week. I love it. I couldn’t find a “follow” button to click, but I will put it in my mind to check back!
Thank you! I’ll look into the follow button. It might be something I’ve done with the theme configuration knowing me!
This is a poem everybody should read. It touches each and every life.
thank you. 🙂
I love this! Thanks for the Like in my blog. 🙂
Suzanne