Gratitude, Alignment & The Retiree Who Plays in a Brass Band

I met Cindy and Bill during the pandemic

Mounted on a snowy hill

I was distancing to be considering

Their feelings

Though mine

Didn’t agree that 6 feet was any evidence based decree

My intuition was about 27

If you wanted to make a difference at all

So there I was on the snowbank

Thinking all the bullshit that was peddled as science stank

I withdrew from society

Because I wouldn’t cover my face

Or inject myself with what I felt was rank

But I wanted to build bridges of love

So I stood there to let them pass

And they told they loved my dancing

And strangers became neighbors

And the other day a book fell from the roof of my car

I’d run to get some water

Because I get dehydrated easily if water is far

And when the book went flying without my notice

Bill brought it back and put in in front of my door

When my husband and I passed him

He paused his car to ask if I’d gotten that book, the one about Grandmother Anna that I adore

I was so grateful

We’ve had many lovely talks

He is the engineer I shared with about the rockets

And the exotic metals put up on the upper atmosphere by those

Who profit from musky and bezozy and other satellite stocks

Don’t cover the sky

Don’t hide stars from my eye

Don’t blanket her like a volcano

Or place anything around the earth to shield us from the sun

Just stop exploiting mother earth

And then the harm can easily be undone

There are ways to live in harmony

With abundance for all

There are ways to open to vistas

Of our hearts

To answer to organic

Ascension call

And we’ve also talked about gnomes and forests

The wonder of trees and bees

And how we don’t really know anything

Like how does gravity even work

What is it really?

The world is full of wonder

And I see childlikeness in this man

Who plays music with his buddies in a brass band