with clover calling, birdsong falling, too many jumbles of
coming, going,
putting, taking,
holding, releasing,
dying and being born
too much
to point to one or two alone or only or
anything but this blur called living
breathing
deeply
exhaling all the tension
(or most of it)
scattered and…
gathered up 24/7.
back snapping, crashing
as cat side’s torn open
shock and run,
stitched and hobbling
both of us
and the kids keep growing…
[pardon the blur of words and images and the lack of distinct communication. this is. where. i am. for now!]
J. Ruth Kelly 
But! I like it! I have always admired how you can take the written word and connect with my soul and my everyday. “exhaling all the tension (or most of it)” , yes, definitely soul matters.
Thank you Leslie…feels good to know it connects for you. Soul is the stuff of life…