Today we had a quiet morning at home (after a very early rise, around 5:30) -- a little reading and writing and various chores. We started out on a walk at 11:30, but no sooner reached the bottom of a steep hill than the rain started, so we climbed back up the hill and headed home for lunch and some quiet time inside with the dark rain outside. 

My Poem for Today

SIMPLICITY

(Philip M., 89, Blessings, CT)

Simplicity is shared by chickadees

and easy breezes blowing through his yard

and his old hands above the keypad as

some words pass easily across the screen.

The stars above are simple in the way

they simply shine where they’re supposed to shine,

and thoughts are simple, too, as they display

themselves in pleasing patterns in his mind,

like stars that flash and then fade off and then

come forth again in grand straightforwardness.

A perfect plainness lives in his old hands

and in his life and in the planets and

the universe and in his simple words

that walk with nonchalance across the screen.