Late Have I Loved You

The water lilies are just beginning to spread in the fountain outside Paraclete House. This is a good thing for the goldfish. When we converse I avoid any mention of hawks and keep our conversation light (worry is my weakness). “Let us dwell upon the beauty and the light” I am quick to point out…but then, having considered the beauty of the lilies ordered by the Hand who counts the sparrows, my hairs, and yes–the scales of goldfish, I know why it is ok that, yes, now and again, I talk to fish.