“There are points of high silence” By Sasha at the dining room table on Oak Dr.

Thursday, September 19, 2019
5 minutes
The Lawyer
Carl Sandburg
There are points of high silence when even the birds with the white wings are quiet and the oak tree in the front yard doesn’t move a muscle
This is the place where the grief can finally come and settle in around my feet
a warm dog yelping in her sleep

I learn more about the expansiveness of generosity these days than I do about the ravages of betrayal and that is a surprise like none other

like the timing of death
and of birth

Some things are independent of our choosing