Resting

  These days weekends have been my saving grace. I spend a lot of time lying in bed resting. Children come in and out of my room every couple minutes but by the end of Sunday I feel the strength to do another week. This weekend as I sat in my bed in some relentless and welcome Spring heat I wrote this down.

Fluttering leaves, paper thin, elegant movement
On the tallest tree I can see from my window
Delicate bracelets on my wrist
A loose linen dress so I can manage the heat
And bare unadorned toes
The children sticky and drooping in this Spring heat
Farmers gather sweet dried grass
In squares! Hay for the future
Tiny spears of corn bravely beginning their journey
Across the road
The fan ceaselessly rustling air around me
And rumpled old quilts on the bed
An ease from hard days and sad restless thoughts
A peace filled moment to be treasured
Where my mind feels composed
And all that was too much yesterday
So sharp and seemingly grim
Has faded to smallness
I have come to hold these peace filled moments
Tenderly in my heart
They can flit away so quickly
And then the cascade that was stopped is again released
And I can barely breathe
But for now
The chrysanthemum blue cushion
On the green velvet chair
And the smell of baking biscuits
Baby birds calling to their mother
And wilted warm yellow poppies on my windowsill
Bring life to my eyes
A smile to my lips
And illumination to my soul

Tansy Elgersma