From the plane

A million families

In thousands of cottages, houses and on

boats, even, out at sea

Communities working together

Friends loving one another

And learning to believe in each other

With ourselves, we can struggle

Oh, the magic of gentleness

when we truly believe

Paddling and muddling through

On the journey that keeps us free

Lakes and valleys and mountains

Ridges of hurt

Rocks of rough and savage skies and seas

We row through choppy waters

We climb rolling hills

but also sit at the bottom for quiet moments

Reflection and peace

When we lose people, it feels strange that

life continues

That the world moves around the loss

A cosmic blur, practical energy

as people get coffee and journey to work

It can feel like it

but, maybe, it’s not the universe saying, So what?

Something happens to remind us

Like a warm smile, a gust of wind

A laugh, a moment of relief

They are part of the universe’s ball of energy

We are reminded of those we treasure in the

small things

Even though it feels the world is asleep

And that’s what life is - a series of little moments

And the people who love us never really leave