Have you ever had a day when disparate events snapped together?
Fit like a jigsaw?
Each segment, its own shape?
Color?
Design?
I did.
On a mild day in February.
Starting with a drum roll.
A woodpecker marking time.
Announcing the morning.
The sun.
Tiniest hint of Spring to come.
Then a squirrel.
Poking from its burrow.
Scampering, romping.
Soon, four crows.
Pecking at soft ground.
Starlings.
Gabbing from atop bare branches.
Then, I.
Walking.
In lighter jacket.
Glove free.
Giving in to desires of the feet.
To move.
Until dusk descended.
Home I turned.
To prepare.
For footsteps in the atrium.
Old friends.
To pass the evening.
Light candles.
Break bread.
Tell stories.
Laugh.
Reminisce.
Like former times.
Pre-pandemic.
No masks.
Maybe risky.
But necessary.
To consummate the picture.
The spirit.
Make it whole.
Soothe the soul.
Lynn Benjamin
February 12, 2022