One Single Impression: Floating

The beaver is dead

And so is the partner of this Canada goose

Who has two goslings and is a

Complete wreck

About crossing this street.

I stand and watch this mama and her babes

In the pouring rain.

Passing cars douse us with upturned puddles

As the wind blows too cold for May

And too hard.

Cross, birds, I think.

I will be here in my red slicker

And I will see you safely across.

But she is waiting for me to go away.

Waiting. Not pressing.

The difference is everything.

I am floating on the grey light of dusk

Weightless and peaceful despite the fear

And married to these birds who tell me

In their waiting

To be here

But do it over there

And not too much.


One Single Impression

Comments

  1. Hauntingly beautiful. I read about your beaver and I thought about it much of that day - I too know this sorrow.

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  2. It's a delicate balance trying to mother nature while still letting it happen naturally but there is nothing natural about cars and traffic. I feel your dismay.

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  3. Touched my heart!

    Mother Nature is a very patient teacher.

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  4. Sandy, you have an awsome way of relaying your feelings to the world... Thank you for opening your heart just a little...
    take care

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  5. Bless your sorrowing & healing heart, dear Sandy




    Aloha from Hawaii


    Comfort Spiral

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  6. No one says it better or more poignantly and I can feel your pain and understand your concern. If I were there I would stand with you! And you always touch my heart. Thank you!

    Sylvia

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  7. I feel you here , in this place of wanting to protect, to nurture, to make everything okay.
    It's a heartbreak sometimes.

    beautiful words from your tender soul

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  8. First the beaver and
    now the Canadian mate.
    Life - often too cruel.

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  9. Lovely poem. Did the geese get safely across?

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  10. A sad story. I hope the ending was better.

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  11. Anonymous6:42 AM

    what you do
    is not up to you \

    What to be
    Wave in sea

    LLOYD

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  12. something good will come. for sure.

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  13. How sweet and sad all at the same time. Hugging you
    SueAnn

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  14. Hi, Sandy!
    Your photos are beautiful, both here and there in the TF.
    And if I understood well, I found it very sad what you wrote.

    Congratulations for being a friend guest today.
    May your week be happy.

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  15. You capture these moments perfectly.

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  16. We don't really understand much, do we? I think as a species we're such an odd mix of absolute adaptability and not nearly compensurate wisdom...

    Thanks for waiting in the distance and not too much.

    You are a gem.

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  17. Yes, the difference between waiting and pressing is everything. The subtle awareness of that difference makes for quite an impression.

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  18. I just read your last post about your beaver, and my heart broke. Now reading your poem, I am moved beyond words...you have told a simple, sad story, yet you have said so much more. Absolutely poignant...

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  19. Heart-touching. Wisely said.

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  20. I love the patience and depth of this!

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  21. Very moving and well written.

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  22. Sandy, you always leave something to be reflected upon by the soul.. and for that one has to have a journey within.. and this is what makes it all the more beautiful.. keep inspiring.. perhaps that's your calling..

    I am happy that you don't miss visiting me..

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  23. Cheer up!

    I appreciate ur being sensitive to everything around you and how you relate to their condition!

    Thanks for sharing Sandy!

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  24. "But she is waiting for me to go away.

    Waiting. Not pressing.

    The difference is everything."

    Yes Sandy. Difference is everything.

    Can feel that difference.

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  25. "Waiting. Not pressing.

    The difference is everything."

    I like how you always have such beautiful thoughts, and then you put them down so perfectly. God bless you!

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  26. Very vivid. Sad yet so beautiful.

    Tentacles

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  27. I love how you care so deeply for the creatures in your world.. in our world. Thank you for that.

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  28. "To be here
    But do it over there
    And not too much."

    You made me cry.

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  29. Anonymous3:48 PM

    Hey, I am proud that you care. Too many don't.

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  30. I love this and applaud you for assisting Mother Nature! Loved this and am hoping this finds you about to be out for summer vacation! Yes?

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  31. Waiting. Not pressing.
    The difference is everything.


    beautiful words,
    beautiful poem.

    you had me right there with you.

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  32. Finally back late last night after a long, good week. Just making it under the wire with some comments. :) Such a nice commentary on the way things are. I have seen this scene repeated a number of times myself. Close, but not too close. Nature and humanity interacting. I had nice visual images with this one.

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  33. Sometimes this is what love asks--a quiet presence. Such tenderness in your words. This touched my heart.

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