Practiced today,
for the first time in what could have been centuries.
The flute was familiar as always,
but I worried about ultimate rejection.
The metal was not as cold as I expected,
and when I played
of course my absence had been noted,
but it was forgiven.
There was peace in it,
and work, of course,
and I foresee frustrating hours
regaining what I have lost.
But in those weeks I have lost
and regained much more.
I can spend time in practice with ease.
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