The Space between the Pen and the Paper

my pen is
hovering not
touching the
paper

yet words move
through my
mind

I wonder
what keeps
the pen
still

what exists
in the
small space
between
the pen
and the paper

resistance?
fear?
fatigue?
disassociation?
maybe just
air

finally the
pen leans
and makes
contact

victory
or defeat?

holding space ~ holding time

my mind is day-dreamy today
     wandering from thing to thing

     family
     kitten nibbles
     all the stuff
     blue jays
     warm coffee
     dappled sun on the neighbor’s roof
     resting shepherd dog
     curious cat
     whirr of the fan which I am now turning off

monday, early, the still before the storm

sometimes I want to hold
     this space forever

but then I would miss so much,
I would miss my life,
my wild and crazy beautiful holy life

so I will allow the world
     to spin and the time to tick
and I will live it the best I can

acceptance
     perseverance
         faith
               love
                    life

amen ♡