This is my safe place.
Looking out of the old blue french windows with which we honoured the wooden hut.
We call it
"The summerhouse".
I miss it so much in the cold winter months.
This winter especially...with so many situations to worry about in the news...on the streets...in the world.
It takes so little to tip the balance of peace.
In families...in countries...in the soul, the heart, the spirit.
So when I read Gunter Grass's poem.."Open Wardrobe", and the little line about a lost button...
....it caught on a hook in my brain....and I thought how little it takes to tip the scales
and unbalance our lives.
A button is missing and
I’m missing the button.
My coat can’t be shut.
The air is chilly
And I want to close my coat.
I chose a coat today
And a button is missing.
“So search the floor”, they said.
I search the floor under the coat
stand.
Such a small inconvenience
And really insignificant at such a
time.
But a button would close the coat
And a closed coat is protection.
The dark floor hides what it finds
Squirrels away secrets
Like magpies.
How little we need if we lose a
button.
.
Geraldine Snape
March 2022
Good news...the plum tree has excelled itself with it's sweet white blossom.
Other news...the weather has changed and I can only pray that the blossom is not destroyed...
It takes so little.
Stay well.
x
…"here a button
is missing"...prompt from...
"Open Wardrobe" by
Gunter Grass.
.
