Thoughts in a driveway

Thoughts in a driveway

2365 1774 Robert Rife

It was about that time when

he knew it was about

the time.

Waves of heat wrapped

themselves around the throat

of a late morning.

He stretches out his arm to

catch some summer, letting the

hot breezes twist through his fingers.

Sometimes hearts rattle like

the car door that, offered

enough reprieve from the summer

heat, shuts itself outright in annoyance.

Distance, like an angry hornet,

intent on its aggressive intrusion

pushes against an unyielding window.

But, given the panic level, he relents

and opens up again to the outside

where it too was vulnerable,

like prey.

And once more

a day’s penumbral gifts,

restless like the dandelion fields

become like they were before –

and he starts the car.


 

Robert Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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