A tumbling run

 

A tumbling run (or redemption)

It’s like the sun on the pavement after rain

It’s a good tumbling run down a big hill

It’s the chickadees making a dinner party of the crumbs that fell to the ground

It’s like laughing after a good cry

It’s the warm bread and butter with the jam you thought you'd ruined

It’s when He comes like the sun

After millennia of dark

Like relief

Like water in a parched land

Like laying your head on your moms shoulder

Like climbing into a freshly made bed knowing tomorrow will be perfect

It feels like You

                                        — olivia gwyn

Everything is butter yellow

 

Everything is butter yellow 

Everything is butter yellow 

In the evening light 

On the cusp of fall

Summer still writing love notes 

Across the earth 

In its best handwriting

The darkness taking the landscape,
Changing it with 
Each large, easy stride

I try to follow as fast as I can 
To take it all in, but it doesn't 
Wait for me

It never does
I am trying to learn
To walk slowly anyway

— olivia gwyn 

wasteland

Wasteland

I watch a video of everyone stopping to watch a kid play piano in a crowded airport 

And do you ever think it is a miracle 

That any of us got up out of bed

There are a billion and one things 

That could go wrong today 

And nothing to assure us it won’t 

Can you believe we still look at the sky 

And the light on the sheets 

And talk about the new episode of our favorite tv show coming out 

How we look each other in the eye

And don’t forget to say goodbye 

And have guest rooms for people to stay the night 

How we dare to hope we might get better than what we fear we might deserve

For maybe even one more day

And another and after that who knows? 

I watch us all go, smiling,

Fighting our brave little battles

Making all the difference in the world 

We hope for water to flow

Out of the stone, 

On a fool’s errand to find joy in a wasteland

And yet look, again,

There is more than enough 

— olivia gwyn