Poem of the Week – Dec. 6, 2020

This week's poem is offered as
a gift for short winter days,
and the body's longing to hibernate.
May it brings you a bit of loving-kindness,
and encouragement to slow down.

While Meditating

Today, no great awakening.
I napped,
the cranky child,
the weary woman,
on a crowded flight,
my head nodding accidentally
onto your shoulder,
Beloved.
 
You let it stay there.
You let me rest. 

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