THE CERTAINTY OF LIFE
susan ambrosino
Sometimes all it is you're doing is
Planting geraniums
Folding clean laundry
Lifting grocery bags from the car
Beating eggs into a bowl of flour
As you suddenly realize
You've moved somewhere else
Away from the world you inhabit
Into the space of your mind
Where you've learned to understand the silence
Passing through the world
Knowing its inability to judge you
Has saved you
And you nearly let go
But you don't
Instead you slowly return
To the non-porous certainty of life
To continue making a cup of coffee
Knitting a baby sweater
Deadheading your perennial garden
Or scrubbing a pot.
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