The thing about travelling is, eventually you have to come home. Then you have to miss people. I hate that part. I got used to seeing my daughter again, and my sisters, but ours is a family that lives in distant spaces. Oh well. It is warm and breezy outside, and the same sky covers us all. Besides, my family also includes the family of friend, which is a special kind of treasure to be found in unexpected places. Families are both made and gathered. Here is a poem for today. I have not done perfectly on my poem a day in April, but who keeps score?
Rendering
On my desk
sits a jar,
empty but for
wishes. In
the dark, I
like
to sit and
watch its
golden lights
churning on
till
sunrise.
-Kimberly Laustsen
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