While trees are still green,
The lightest of all breezes
Pushes brown leaves gently
Over the roof’s edge to be seen.
Last year, I read Leadership Without Easy Answers by Ronald A. Heifetz. The following poem was part of me processing the main thrust of the book: adaptive change. There’s so much more I could write, but for me, this suffices for now.
Outside, there is a breeze,
But it is over eighty degrees.
There’s a crick forming in my neck
From the day’s strenuous yard work.
Boundaries and vulnerabilities – the world
Is certainly set up to hold these in tension.
Were we acquaintances sooner
Would I’ve desired your number,
Sitting for a moment
On the curb to reflect
In the adjoining parking lot
Of the shopping strip of you name it
– Kroger, Goodwill, that Mexican joint –
Starbucks and Little Caesar’s the closest