Have you ever noticed the ants and bugs
leading their busy lives,
just below the grass?
Or, the way the clouds adjust
their faces above, ad infinitum…
while playful breezes wiggle
the little hairs on your head?
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It takes time and a bright day
so, perhaps, in this grey wet
It’s time to squish bare toes
in soggy leaves and mud, instead…
I surrender my stubborness
In doubt, I take it back
I give up my attachments
In nostalgia, I re-attach
I forgive those trespassers
In resentment, I chew some more
I release the need to control
Fear wells up with rules
I surrender my will over and over
Then in denial or lack, I fall once more
And so the dance goes…
I surrender again
Near the meadow
by the pond
there’s a large rock I lay on
When the sun sneaks
through the trees
to warm the rock and my bones
Mosses bright and tinkling spring
turtle warms herself, too
And deer, when I am still,
stops to drink it in
The serenity of this place
graces my quiet moments
even if only a second long
Coyote gets a bad rap…
He’s just excited about everything
The only one he really tricks
is himself
Then when he falls
he gets up again
dusts himself off
and takes off again
Like Don Quixote
or dandelions or cockroaches…
