Some of our old ones

Live so close to the great barrier reef

That place inside each of us

Where the rubber meets the road.

My older sister Jan is like this

Her energy is limited,

So to intrude on it is always a question.

But to hear her voice is a luxury I require

From time to time.

It’s the holiday and I am one of her treads

And she is an entire quilt for me.

I keep her on the phone too long.

I’m too much

Life is too much and it’s also just right

Can we hold the Paradox- The Constant One

( where peace lives)