We've just suffered a short power cut, a little more than an hour, and at first I panicked.
What about the vacuuming? and the laundry? and the dishawasher is full too and I have bills to pay and and and ... wait, I told myself. Breath. Slow down.
I sat down and wrote an old-fashion, long overdue letter to a friend and knitted for a little while.
Calm. Peace.
No music.
Silence.
And in honour of National Poetry Day this 'thought' is for you:
LEISURE
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
