Beside the front porch, peonies
complex blooms. Petals cache
secret crevices, hold beauty close.
I want to linger.
A train at a standstill across
the river gasps for breath, hisses
its need to move along toward
destiny. Slow start, a wheeze.
It inches forward, heading East.
But I, I want to linger.
Two doves cavort from tree-
to-tree. Amid cheat grass, columbine
grows wild. The river rolls, no rush,
and sacred bird-song trills, thrills.
Oh, how I want to linger.
Back home my projects wait.
A newly crafted action plan—
dead-lines, set in bold typeface,
folders placed in toppling piles.
But still, I have to linger.
Recently, for Meeting the Bar, Anna Graham inspired us to write about velleity and volition. The a-fore-mentioned action plan kept me from getting this done in time for MTB, but here it is. One of the best things about OLN is being able to play catch-up. This came to me a few days ago when I took the dogs on a walk along the Truckee river.
We hope you’ll join us Tuesday at 3:00 PM EDT over at the Poetry Pub.