The goats

Aren't they cute?

The Call

Today - a poem.
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Somewhere – out there

she waits

for the call

she paces the floor

back and forth

absentmindedly biting the skin of her fingers

she eyes the phone cautiously

she fears the words she knows will be said

her stomach is in knots

she fears her lunch will come up

back and forth

she walks

Ring!

She quickly reaches her hand to grab the phone from it's cradle

but just as quickly she jerks it back

her hands are trembling

there is sweat upon her brow

Ring!

“I just won't answer it,” she thinks

closing her eyes

hands clasped into fists

she feels her nail dig into her skin

pain

only the beginning

Ring!

She answers barely audible

her words catch in her throat

for what seems like an eternity

the world spins

the colors fade into each other

she feels faint

falling to her knees

she wails

she screams

she cries

silently

wordlessly

her mouth wide open screaming silently to the heavens

her breath comes in gulps

the tears stream down her face

slowly her fingers unclench

the phone

Somewhere – out there

she waits

for the call

she paces the floor

back and forth

absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair

she eyes the phone expectantly

she is anxious for the words she knows will be said

her stomach is doing flips

butterflies

thank goodness she ate a light lunch

back and forth

she walks

Ring!

She reaches for the phone but in her excitement, pulls it back

her hands are shaking

there sweat upon her brow

Ring!

“come on, what are you waiting for?” she chides herself

she rubs her hands together

her heart is racing

delighted

this is only the beginning

Ring!

She answers with cheer

she's breathless

for what seems like an eternity

the world spins

colors dance around each other

she feels faint

bracing herself

she jumps

elated

she screams

she cries

loudly

happily

she laughs blissfully towards the heavens

she stops to catch her breath

smiling

she wipes the joy filled tears away

and slowly her fingers release

the phone

Windmill

Why does this picture evoke so much possibility?

Coyote

I've been thinking a lot about coyotes lately. Beautiful, isn't she?

Caged

Don't we all sometimes feel like this?

Star burst

On each branch of the star burst, may there be hope. Like it's sending our prayers to the heavens in the hopes of being heard...and answered.

waiting

This evokes a lot of emotion for me. I took this picture feeling overwhelmed and worried. When one allows their out of control emotions take over, everything seems cold, dreary and out of focus.