And a poem that is a metaphor about yesterdays post

I love the way the universe works. This morning as I sat with my steaming coffee, sipping it— as the light rises above my neighbors home. I picked up Gregory Orr’s book River Inside the River to this poem. This speaks to me——

Tang of salt in the walls

And boards—-

Not from harbor

Or shore,

But the boundless sea

Of grief,

That ocean inside us.

Still, the maker

Didn’t weep

As she framed

Her house.

He never paused

To sob

As he laid out

This flooring.

Born of sorrow,

Yet the joy in making it.