rest
rest
I need rest,
in the placeless place
before this splendid
messy chaos erupts
To let the background
big field of knowing
slip into mind’s foreground,
filling it to spillover
May I rest in its caress,
a hammock, a porch swing
surrender—the sway
that smooths and soothes
This is just lovely! Gorgeous sound and rhythm. I could read it again and again.
Joy of joys. That’s one issue off your ‘back’! Sorry …