It is unpleasant to be uprooted. So much nicer when we can PLANT and be grounded. But life is unpredictable, and, here I am. I wonder if I can turn this unsettled moment, where I am in danger of sliding, into a graceful swoop, an opportunity to SKATE rather than slip or trip. I can feel that fear or a stiff and STAID demeanor will make this harder. Can I find something to assist me, like a STAFF or cane? Something in my STASH of tools that can generate a temporary anchor. I love the irony – that the more I am rooted, the freer I am to fly.

Georg’ann

A surprise snow, heavy and wet.
School takes an early BREAK,
extra hours added
to an already long weekend.
Parents, sitters, neighbors rally
to coordinate coverage.
After snowy play comes snacks.
Hot cocoa STAIN above
your little lip, a STAMP
of approval for your devoted
STAFF of one, as she reaches
into the STASH of animal crackers.
This afternoon winter wonderland
settles, slows, softens.

Heather