Single bits of well to do
Drop into the rain barrel of comfort sauce
Brewed and doctored
Not just over time
But all the time
And things change themselves
Adjusting a dose like
Turning the other cheek to the sun
Do not get burned
The peeling interferes with things
Like waiting for a brand new bus
Never knowing what just passed
Where to find the living growth
Is usually right in front of you
Single bits of time to rest
Can bring forgiveness to its time
No trying and no wondering
Surrender is the willingness
To be at one with the
Seeding of a vacant lot
Not so empty
Not so clean
And starts the brewing
Once again
Finding comfort
Like drops of rain
Catherine MacAdam
Photo by Alexandru Iacob
In Other Words 
Lovely to find a real poet here amidst so many popularity contest blogging poetasters… Really nice. I intend to follow. Though i just followed your link from the former pathologist turned writers page, it was a pleasant surprise. Pamela Spiro Wagner
Thank you for your kind comments and for following me. I am just going over to check out your page now. I see that you are a writer and your comments mean a lot to me.