Meander 1 - Poem - Baptism
The water drops onto the child
In tiny drip, drip tears.
My mind drops to a lower gear
Into unconsciousness shifts.
An ageless meaning
Coming clear
In dedication hoping
That the water symbolizes
The endless washing of our fears.
Meander 2 - Hospital visits - No longer in the hospital but in rehab, we go to visit. The room seems to be about half a mile from the front entrance of the center. And if you have to park on the lower level, it becomes a mile. But I go and hopefully the patient will gain strength and be able to come home.
Meander 3 - Writing. Going slowly again this past week but I have gained some on the two current projects. I will be so glad to finish both but at least I'm not bored yet. When I'm bored that mans it's time to let go.
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