Vera Belikh with her paintings
Being Wise Fifty-Eight March 13, 2022
I watched the time change at three
in the morning. We’re back to cold,
bitter cold, and I couldn’t sleep. I
drink hot tea and consider my loves.
People do love me, and I worry
about them. It always comes as a
surprise that I am loved. I wonder
why. Is it my seeing? I do see. We
all have it–that inner need to be
seen as we truly are, faults and all.
It came with age and stayed.
I’m so imperfect but blessed
in a hundred ways, I’ll soon
be eighty-five, and my last book
will appear.It’s time to celebrate.
I’ve had a good life.
I’m whole and healed.
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