Instead of going to a meeting
I bring in the washing:
sun-warmed, wind-freshened
smelling of possibilities.
Instead of going to a meeting
I pick silver-beet
satisfyingly squeaky,
grown in deep soil
just as I am,
just as we are.
Instead of going to a meeting
I gather camellias
old-style-speckled with deepest of pinks
and pale, white petal blush,
beautiful, vulnerable
just as we are,
just as God is.
Instead of going to a meeting
I begin a new life …
quite so . no meetings for me at moment !
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