Ten-Finger Exercises

another cold and rainy day

Can't say it's anything like summer here. I like cool temperatures okay for gardening but want to be swimming soon. Anyway, here's a poem I wrote last week, one rainy day when I was on my way home from a visit with Bill and the financial advisor and had been a little upset. (As a friend told me, having your husband retire is suddenly half the income and twice the husband around.) Anyway, I miraculously got over my anger and wrote this poem as I was driving home in the rain. Later it made me think of psalm 131 and a song written by John Michael Talbot that reflect it: Come to the Quiet. It's been on my mind ever since, and I like it.

Refuge from the Storm

Wipers like metronomes
disperse fat splats of rain,
creating intervals of clarity
punctuated with rhythmic clicks and
the whine of rubber blades.

Amid a deluge of emotions
threatening to drown me in sadness and in fear,
a calm center appears within;
torrential roaring kept for now at bay
by Love and poetry.