Ten-Finger Exercises

that's two days of sun!

I've been inside most of the day today, and since it decided to get up to 80 degrees today, I didn't mind a bit. Summer swimming sessions at the YMCA will be shortened by children's swimming classes. I do mind that, but I'll get used to getting there earlier, I guess. Then I had a pastoral call to make, a 54 yr old woman newly widowed, feeling lost and scared. I had just enough time between that call and my poetry group to make a raid on the grocery store and a stop at Dutch Brothers for coffee. Here is one of the poems I shared.

Barking

A shower of insight fell on me
as I wakened from a rapturous dream
to the angry sound of your voice yelling
at the barking dog.
Doing her canine best, she joined the morning
Bark-along, passing the news from house to house.
And you? You’re being your own self as well,
growling when your pleasure is disrupted, unaware
the consequences of your strident tone.
(Relax your jaw, your neck, I tell myself.
Be calm. )
It would be easier, my dear,
to teach the dog restraint than you.

Two members made similar comments about it, and I'm running it past you to see what you have to say as well.