Sunday Scribblings - In the Last Hour

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In the last hour

I drank mediocre coffee in a local café

And recounted blueberry pancakes in another

 

In the last hour

I spoke with a friend --

She shared a truth I needed to hear

 

In the last hour

I listened (for a change) and resolved

To construct a plan (for change)

 

In the last hour

I heard a grandfather teach his young granddaughter

That he hadn't asked the question because he was upset with her

 

In the last hour

I repositioned myself as the sun filled the table

And began to warmly blind me

 

In the last hour

I thought about how love is blinding too

And how our eyes adjust with truth and change and probing questions

for Sunday Scribblings

Comments

[Jone]

Love the photo. So few words, such big thoughts

[Delia]

Wow...this photo is gorgeous. The poetry too--so much said in such a small span of words.

[bb]

this is so good, Susan, made me sigh :-)

[ren.kat]

One busy hour- one quiet bench. Nice combination.

[Melba]

I really liked this post; words and image.