Arrived in Nashville
to lead a retreat this week
and there were warnings
for tornadoes.
As we gathered
for Vespers and All That Jazz,
there came a thunderstorm,
with wind, lightning and rain.
Buds on trees are bulging.
People here tell me
it should be winter.
Feels like spring
in Oklahoma.
And it feels like home in Oklahoma,
in another way.
As I non-chalantly walked onto the beautiful campus
at Scarritt-Bennet,
now a conference and retreat center,
walking non-chalantly from the hedge alongside one Gothic building
to the hedge alongside another Gothic building,
a possum.

One thing that was not like Oklahoma—
and decidedly Nashville:
a great jazz trio
playing smooth and elegant jazz
during the meditation portions
of Sunday evening Vespers
at Wightman Chapel.