One more from the Book of Meetings

I am invited
here and there
day long
when I am not too tired.

Did you even ever know?
Sometimes is all. Sometimes.

It was far from bliss, this.
Was a kidney punch in the thing they
probably rightly
call soul. Was sort of a constant,
continuously astonishing
education. But

this is how we were happy, when we were happy.

On a very good day, for example. . . .

Let me start again. On an ordinary
Tuesday/Wednesday
with a five-year-old cabernet and son, a two-year-old
car and daughter,
forgetting the future as hard as we hardly could,
you and I and it are
what we are meant to be.

What role we play in that
unhooking, untethering, de-narrating
is God's homemaking, God's demolition.