Over soup

I'm reminded of a line from a song by Larry Norman: This earth is not my home. As I wait and watch for a new heaven and a new earth, I find certain comfortable places to hang out, realizing, of course, this too will pass.

Over soup

She reminds me

I have made my own niche

Or perhaps

It was waiting for me

A Catharine-sized hole

Maybe a nest

Maybe a spot

To inhabit.

Wherever I find myself

There I am,

And certainly

Most certainly

Someone will cross in front

Or behind.

I will say

There you are

There you are

I knew you were coming

Foxes have holes

Birds have nests

Sometimes I do too.

Sometimes

There is simply nowhere

To lay my head.

Sometimes everyone else

Seems to be asleep.

Halfway

It is a blessing to have an office halfway under and halfway above the ground.   Best of both worlds, as well as a connection with both.  On a hot day like this one, it is a particular blessing.  I can sit here and give particular thanks for earth and sun and sky, and still know I know only a small piece of why this is a blessing.

Here in the office

I am halfway above ground.

The window lets in light

From the sun and sky,

Here in the office

I am halfway below ground.

On a day such as this

Hot and bright as anything,

I can almost dig my toes

In the earth,

Feel the cool,

It rises out of the dirt.

Here in the office

I am connected to both,

Here there seems reason

For both.

Here in the office I know

Reason

is only

The small of it.