Time to Learn
First, I
need to get
organized—all
things in place
like they
were before.
I could
go fishing
but the
ocean is empty—
waves
lapping the shore.
Dark
pulls back. The sun
comes out
to rule the day—and
moon awaits
her turn.
I could
mow the lawn
or plant
a tree—flowers bloom
almost everywhere.
The
wistful tiger
blinks his
yellow eyes. The owl
sleeps
and mice run free.
I
wake. My scar heals.
At my
side my love appears—
ready to
share all
we have
forgotten,
leaving
space for everything
we have
time to learn.
—Donnell
Hunter
28 December 2011
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