Lo the rhubarb

Thank God for rhubarb.

Clouds and sun

Come and go

Or maybe it’s me

Opening

Closing

My eyes.

They may indeed

Be stationary.

The wind blows strong

Now it is quiet.

Perhaps it is me

Imagining spring

Hoping for summer

Thinking change

Is on the horizon.

Maybe change

Will blow in.

Lo the rhubarb

Holds true

Anchors the ground

Steadfast.

Feet on the floor

One of those days.

Some days require

Feet flat on the floor

Anchoring the body

Like my yoga lesson

On the four points

Of each foot.

Some days require

Attention to where exactly

I place each foot

One in front of the other

Even if it means

Holding onto the railing

Or even

Both railings.

Some days require

A different sort of anchor.

Today is one of

Those days.

Tomorrow may be

As well.

Today I practice

Feet flat on the floor

Four points on each foot.

Anchored

It is interesting the things that anchor me. They differ from day to day. Today it is the tree outside the office window seen through two-thirds of my office window.

The snow is one-third up my office window.

I can still see the crooked pine

Through the top two-thirds

So all is well

Here in this cozy space,

Here where I pray for clients

Seen and unseen;

Here where it occurs to me

Once again

All is very well.