I did something scary today.
I submitted something for something
and the chances of the something
being the something that I want are
oh so slim.
So I needed to celebrate that I did the scary thing,
and not wait to find out if it went well.
This is kind of the secret to life, I think.
Luckily, my friends were happy to oblige.
I just don’t have the words
to tell about these days–
so sweet and green and blue and quiet.
All the eyes in our house are wide open;
tomorrow’s the first day of school
and it’s SO hard to go to sleep!
I get snaps of
the swallows, the kids, shoes.
But what I remember tonight
are the faces of my friends,
these wise funny women all golden
in the evening,
handing out food and advice and compassion,
and their raucous laughter
swoops higher than the birds
and carries me all the way home.
Laura has a trundle bed.
The wind whistles,
the wolves howl.
But Jack the bulldog is pacing,
and Pa has his shotgun.
(Ok, I am not Pa but I do have a cell phone).
And we shall all
sleep well tonight .
May the moon and stars watch over you,
and the trees and the flowers sing you to sleep.
What happens at Mom Camp
stays in Mom Camp.
Vacation is over.
It’s just now sinking in.