It’s not one moment I can pull out
like a rabbit from a hat. African drums
beating sunlight between matters of necessity,
I’m alone in the smooth black truck I
haven’t driven for weeks, hanging pandora
out the window like a charm all day.
An hour with nieces, family, laughter,
moonlight, last night, so, so needed.
And the silence gently hovering as I
master memories for gratitude.
Thank you God for slowing us down.
Day 15