December 21 By Nancy Schatz Alton
The whole world is you/ Yet you keep thinking/ there is something else.-Hsueh-Feng
Or that I should be someone else.
But I am very much yourself—
unloading the dishwasher
as the next right thing
then feeling how good it feels to be doing.
Where are your hands?
I’m picking up the warm & dry dishes
& placing them where they want to go.
Where do you want to go?
Where the people are—
the women come and go. Talking of Michelangelo.
I’m a love song all day long
looking for connection
buzzing from the energy
that flies around every room
until I center myself
in the tree that connects my legs
to the ground
the ground Annie told me to lay on
to feel with my whole body
what do you want to do with this one precious life?
listen & sing & be with each other
making up this dance
the same way I make up my days—
Emptying the dishwasher is often what’s next.
Steam & heat & a way to take my hands
and place them in this world
even as my heart hopes what is next
for those that have left
is more beautiful than the hurt
that hurts my heart.
This shortest day contains much light.
I hope it lifts us to better days.
Cliché or dream, I play at faith
& call it a poem.