ugly world antidotes

there is a time of castles

in the air

a time when walls

are worn thin

besieged sometimes by

salt rings on shoes

and scum of road thrown over snow

there is a time of things

that will come to nothing at all.

goodbye to you, each one.

there are things that make a day complete

like the letting out of light

like the rustling of the world as she turns

to face a changing sun and you are lost in the wildness of her hair

but mostly like the sound of home

which tonight is

the happy laugh of my littlest child

coming around the corner

to meet me.

sometimes you can delight

by being simply what you are.