the very best thing to do
is take the road all the way to the river.
Especially in the heat of a fig ripening summer's day;
just before that unmistakable turn in the season when the sun's warmth no longer reaches in to the shadows & the water becomes chilly instead of soothing...
as all the hustle & anxiety is quieted,
wrinkle smoothed & stroked
but our hearts returned home, over & over
As soft as breath,
become a jar of gathered wishes & prayers.
Hearts warm & tender.