We might live almost anywhere

Where to live? Oh where to live?

It seems

We might live anywhere

Except New Orleans

Or perhaps the Amazon.

I would like a place

Where indoor air blends

With outdoor air,

A regular breeze

Blows through it,

An occasional firefly

Blinks on and off

Water flows at a distance

And a train whistle blows.

If a rose breasted grosbeak

Happens by

We will know

This is indeed the place.

Oh so fine

Lunch this week with friends.  They asked questions I could not answer.  I am aware that I am in the midst of reclamation of things I had put aside for some time, and subtraction of things somehow extraneous.  Perhaps I have always been doing this.  Perhaps this is a piece of what it means to be human.  I rather like that thought.  Perhaps I have been doing what I was called to do all along.

Doors and windows wide open

The world intrudes

Cardinals

Dogs

Trains

The occasional airplane

Overhead

Distant cars from the Elgin-O’Hare:

It originates

In neither place.

Doors and windows open

The breeze blows through

Slightly chilly but oh

So fine.

I claim back

What I must,

Continue subtraction of all

With no internal sense

Or sensibility

Until what remains is clear

Then

Clearer still.

It blows through

Slightly chilly, yes,

But oh

So fine.