The air is thick.
Birds are singing in the heat.
Chewy the big-eared dog
is flat on the floor, tongue hanging out.
It's too hot to do anything... I love it.
the hush over everything,
like fresh-falling snow, but the opposite.
I'm thinking about Dad and how he doesn't remember breaking his neck last year, and a brother of mine, my hand mirror/ hard on himself, always questioning, seeking, big heart.
I'm thinking about marriage and Michael.
I said, "I kinda wish you'd do yoga with me."
He said, "Every time I get on the floor I feel like you're scrutinizing me, so it's not that much fun..."
He's so right.
I said, "Maybe we just shouldn't do anything together."
We had a good laugh stretched out on the big bed.
This is the ease in the tangle of married life.
But right now I'm thinking about how much
I love Lao-Tzu
and the things that guy said oh so many years ago.
Chew on this one:
Stop leaving and you will arrive
Stop searching and you will see
Stop running and you will be found
~ a breath of fresh air on a very hot day.