Can
Can I write this morning and the next
Can the birds sing and grow their nest
Can I find alignment in my spine
Can the sun every morning rise and shine
Can I ignore the noise all around
Can the river be without its sound
Can I go on when the flow seems lost
Can a forest not forest
Trust
Given or taken away
Warm in the gift of love
Afraid in the room for misunderstanding
The multitude of rooms we wait in
Not fully living
Not really knowing what we are waiting for
Scared of what we might be losing
Unsure of what we might be giving
Expanding at the expense of knowing
Contracting at the door of loving
Closing openings
At the edge of trusting