Grace

I sent my judgment down the road.
I let it make a bag on a stick first,
it put a banana and a bottle of water inside
and took off, bruised and muttering.
The thing never paid rent, mostly just
ate my snacks and complained.

The first thing I noticed was quiet,
which was great. The night sighed,
and then an owl had more space
to hoot in than I'd ever heard.  And
I just let who be who.

Later, I got a little lonely,
I thought I heard an echo of his voice
but I noticed
it was more like lack of familiarity
and that was steep, dark, and there
was a spider or something there too
but it was also natural, free, and vital.

And then just tonight, Grace stopped by for tea
and thanked me for waiting.