If I had an eraser,
this day would be invisible.
But I would paint the sky hopeful.
the sound of tin brushing against tin in musical song
the sight of you at my bedroom door choking out,
and the taste of fried chicken
on my hungry lips.
If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace, particularly at midlife, read my book, Tao Flashes. Or visit me at http://www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes.