I’m watching a new singer on the Morning CBS Program

and the music group backing her, plays several bars 

of an intro and then she joins in on the off-beat and

they are completely in sync.


It made me remember jumping rope as a child

watching the rope––each girl twisting her end, the slap 

of the clothesline on the cement and finding just the right place 

to jump in between beats.


Is that like most things in life. Watching for the right

opening to give our opinion, enter a room, put

up our hand in class, saying “I do” and “I won’t.”

Saying “Help me,” to someone who you’d rather not ask.


It’s like that at the end also; I remember when Mother died:

She was breathing noisily and inhaled and I waited, but

in between inhaling and exhaling, she left her body

and joined her heaven.

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