I pulled the entire damn thing off
and started again –
and for a few days I breathed easy
resting on the pillow of my roofer’s assurances –
his reshingling was foolproof he said–
and I wrapped myself in his confidence and
my homework.
this roof is only one thing in a long series of large playings out
for the necessary things
such as air and heat
and water and waste–
a difficult year
in a decade of years
that has me asking the sky
what is the message?
what is the metaphor?
what do I not see that I need to see, please?
Is there a message for me here?
or should I open an umbrella to the raininess of life?
mercy mercy me oh why.
we surrender will
and continue until the last
drop
enters and destroys
what was temporary anyway.
we rise up again and again
against the elements
relearning how to shelter
against the relentless turning of ages
oblivious I am how short my moments are to the trees
to the hills
to the ocean who used to own this land
it is no wonder
me no bigger than a drop
in all of this
that I can not understand
why the roof
will not stop the rain
or any blessed thing
before I’m gone.
Life as Improv 
Yep. Xoxo.
Love it!
NB: roofless or roofed, dripping or dry, your home remains one of my favourite places to be in this mysterious earth realm.
Enjoying a large umbrella with you, my friend! x
Enjoying a spot under the umbrella with you, my friend! x
Yep, this is just about how it is – no bigger than a drop, and one day this too will end.
I love your soul-searching, truth-revealing poetry. You’re the One!
Alison xox
expressing the feelings as they arise seems to be offering some relief and even joy. Love the reminder from you about the One, that we are! 🙂 xx m
Love love love this. Oh how I relate!
I so love little pop ins from you, Kelly. Sending you so much love in our relating to the flow of rain and sun and leaks. xx