Sometimes

Sometimes

life arrives so subtly you almost don't notice it

like a soft hum or whisper, 

a purr that grows slowly in the dark

But sometimes it hits you 

in broad 

daylight

one day 

life is 

normal, 

or what

has begun to pass 

as normal

and the next you are 

holding and soothing

dreams are like that

too

there are the slow-burn kind

the someday kind

the you can't say when they even began kind

then there are the kind

you want

to give birth to

hold and nurture

grow into being

today

after a lifetime of wanting more

needing more

suddenly all you want is less

less words

less things

less suffering

except you do want more

you long unabashedly for quiet 

more quiet

and for stars

a sky filled with stars

for poetry

for Teresa of Avila

and sheep

yes sheep

and long green grasses

wildflowers

and rambling roses

you have no idea how to write a poem

you don't dream of being a poet

you just write one word

and then

another because

sometimes

you get tired of the long drawn out

sentences

that go on and on 

the paragraphs too

sometimes

every now and then

you just want to say more 

with less

you want to be more

with less