crazy grace in everyday dirt…..

Summer is stomping around
heavy-handed with heat,
the work load daunting,
but  I joy over  grace that billows like breeze
beneath me,
lifting,
lifting,
lifting
until even in the swelter
I feel again the shelter
of childhood poolside pleasure

and sunsparkles on cool water
as it drapes across shoulders
kissed pink by afternoon sun
and the delicious happiness of Michigan cherries
rolling sweet across my beach towel,
and  somehow I’m carefree,
tucked safe inside a scrumptious story
that is still being told.

 I’m loving these days,
so alive and it’s good
feeling brushed by the beauty that rustles my hair,
grooving to the music of summertime anyway,
and I can only shake my head in wonder
and grin wild and  grateful
at little signs that find me
like love letters left
in everyday dirt.


(and,  hey,  if you have a blog powered by wordpress,  I am forever attempting to leave some love at your site but it gets dumped into spam folders for some
frustrating reason and if  you go in to get it,   allow it back in just one time,  then your blog will recognize me as friend,  not foe,  and show me some hospitality ever after.  I’m all about relationship  and am eager to drop by and visit.  If I don’t seem to be coming around,  it’s likely my comments are trapped in your spam file.)