Not-doing, lounging, loafing at ease
A kind of falling out of our lives
As when the aorta split and he fell
Through and beyond habits.
Hands reach out and we are supported
By the unknown, beyond our plans
Like Alice, surprised by un-control
Dropping down the rabbit hole
Finding marmalade on the shelf
Meeting common things in a field of wonder;
In the orderly progress of breakfast
Lunch and dinner we are caught and
There is beauty in the work, tea, jam
On toast, the body’s many pains
The quick feet of rain scratching
Toward us over dry leaves.
Ron Russo
(Adapted from ‘The Light Inside the Dark’
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