Little Altars Everywhere

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All day I have scowled and looked askance,
thrashing in a tide of hormones. I want
to make the world act the right way
and it has resisted. It will not see the obvious.
I want to tear out its eyes and place them
where they cannot help but see.

Until I go outside.

The warm, late-summer afternoon has spun down
to a balmy evening. A brassy sunset casts light
from somewhere in the sea. This light flows
around the trunks of sycamores arrayed in a row
and through their fluttering branches;
the air is tender on my bare arms and legs
and the world feels for this moment bathed in grace.

At last, I realize, the world is behaving.
At last, says the world, she is behaving.

– Tamara Madison, “Behaving”

One thought on “Little Altars Everywhere

  1. Oooh! “Behaving” this is so dang true! Glad I got to see you “outside” the other evening. Always enjoy you Sheila. Xo

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