Small Mountains and the Elephants

What a tail.....

and you can see why this salix is called pussy willow...in the park on Sunday.

Today the stairs are mountains - 

 air at the summit

is thin.

I need to sit

on the carpet 

 to catch my breath

my legs weak as 

willow twigs.

Maybe it's

last week's virus

hanging around 

in my blood - 

a house guest 

outstaying its 

welcome.

Or maybe it's

the weekend's onslaught

of new grief 

weakening 

my resolve

to leave 

our home

and all my 

safe

anchors.

And then I think about the elephants

and how they never forget.

And how if you think about someone

you have loved and lost

you are already with them.**

A thought which helps me

 scale all my small mountains 

today.

**Thanks to Jodi Picoult in her novel 'Leaving Time' about the plight of the elephants...and how they grieve and how they remember.