Centering
Commonweal, Nov 9, 2007 by Jean Murray Walker
Remember, the frightened sparrow's flapping finally calmed into a pattern just before it found the window and escaped. I mean, while we squinted and pointed in the dairy aisle, that trapped mind did circle, after all, in louvered sunlight. Remember the housewife's rag circling a window pane one lazy morning, or a painter's thumb, smudging his purple sunrise with little blushing clouds? It's the return I'm talking about. Getting to do it over. Black cat circling her cushion, antediluvian duo whisking the ballroom floor like brooms, or lips looping oh, oh, oh, mouth in love with the sound. Oh, after a while it feels inevitable, the long blue pull of the mind that keeps finding more in less until the will bends and circles home to stillness that feels final, true.
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