The kettle sings; the windows shake,
A hundred little worries wake.
Yet sunlight finds the kitchen floor
And rests, though rain assails the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My thoughts arrive with muddy feet,
With unfinished tales and hearts that beat;
I let them gather, let them stay\u2014
Must every cloud be swept away?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A fallen blossom, bruised and red,
Lies where the hurried feet have tread.
I lift it gently to my palm\u2014
A small disturbance, holding calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What strange, untidy things we are,
A little dust, a little star;
We carry thunder in the chest
And make a place for love to rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The children laugh; a cup breaks wide;
Someone has spilled the tea beside
The book I meant to read till noon\u2014
And through it all, a half-sung tune.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I cannot teach the wind to cease,
But I can share this seat with peace.
And leave some room for what goes wrong,
As silence leaves its room for song.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let the day untie its thread;
Let plans go wandering off instead.
There\u2019s beauty here, beneath my palm\u2014
Life beating in chaotic calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Mani<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The kettle sings; the windows shake,A hundred little worries wake.Yet sunlight finds the kitchen floorAnd rests, though rain assails the door. My thoughts arrive with muddy feet,With unfinished tales and hearts that beat;I let them gather, let them stay\u2014Must every … Continue reading