Friends and a Frost poem

I am most definitely looking forward to vacation time. Yes, there's house projects/chores on my list, but there's also a baseball game (we got tickets). I hope there will be lots of reading time, and maybe --finally-- some warmer weather. We can dream. I just have to hang in there for one more week. I'd love to see friends, too-- it's been far too long. Tomorrow, I have a full day of writing with other poet-friends online, and that makes me very happy. I suppose, in a very real way, that will do nicely to fill the "I miss talking to friends" gap, at least until I can get together in person with people I know and truly like to be with.

That all said, there's still work today, and all next week. In the meantime, I'll do everything I can to clear my desk, both physically and mentally. I need/deserve a real break. I can't do much about the national/international furors that crest over the edge of my consciousness, but I can work on making a safe haven of my own little corner of the world. 

Have a good day, and for those who are observant, blessed Good Friday.

C




Here's a little poem from Frost:

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

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