Comforting

Seattle WA
August 11, 2013

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One of the most comforting
things in days—

A thin, diaphanous 
cloud, stretching out over
Lake Washington

Not impressive, 
barely 
even there, 
more a suggestion of 
covering
like 
A
protective blanket,


An embrace by something transparent
barely visible
insubstantial,
Almost.

Sometimes protection
comes from unexpectedly 
small things.

My prayers
unanswered
until this gauze of 
vapour
this gauze of Love,
A cloak or shawl
or cape of Love
pulled gently over
Earth’s shoulders.

Such protection 
from such an 
unexpected place.

My fingers mildly burn 
from cutting poblano peppers
The feeling of my Left hand
being 
Alive
Grateful for 
Life, the problems of
Life,
“Problems”
Such a strange and 
funny word to me right now.

Protecting 
beauty
seems the only reason to 
Live right
now.