Day nine
Lost and Found
“When one door closes, another opens.”
When one door slams shut, the force of the air shatters a window, and glass flies everywhere, slashing expectations, blowing papers, dreams and possibilities round the room. Letting in fresh air, fresh ideas……and fresh terrors.m Letting out the heat, the familiar smells of home…..and the canary – delighted by his freedom, a flash of yellow joy heading for the apple tree.
Through the window, free of its imperfectly cleaned glass, I can see the canary ion his tree, and seeing him, I notice the appleblossom, imagining its smell. That window might also be a door; carefully- don’t cut yourself – follow the canary outside, smell the blossom, feel the sun. Forget the other door, the jumbled mess inside, the broken glass.
Smug people will tell us that disaster or opportunity is only a question of attitude. The window is not lost, the garden is found. The canary is not lost, he is free.
But I still miss him.
Fin, Gateshead
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 