I hear her voice
in the minds eye
as I re-pot the Geraniums.
“Keep them by the window
they’ll get more light
and water sparingly in winter”
It’s funny how a flower or
the faint smell of something
familiar ignites a memory.
Like a song even, that escapes
at the right time from a car radio
just as you pass,
can stop you in your tracks, combing
back a time of instant love, perhaps
a first love that had vanished.
Messages are found all around us
if only we’d take the time to listen.
Our lives so busy.
Learning to be still is a skill, quiet the mind
once in a while, the messages will come;
from the most unlikely places.
(First published in 'The toronto Qarterly)