In the wildness
Meadowlark sings
Opossum plays dead
at the least little fright
He even smells dead!
Can you imagine
spending your life
pretending not to be
fully alive and present?
Lots of possums ’round here…
“Good morning!”, she said with exuberance
“Thank goodness for this brand new day!”
And all the stars sang back
and the sun sent her extra love
and the flowers awoke
in a burst of new morning fragrance
“It is a good day to be alive!”
Cycling across the country
the breezes brush my face
My feet and the pedals are one
man and machine melding with countryside
Diligence and dedication
strengthen up the hill
Freedom and exhilaration
melt resolves’ tension
gliding down the other side
Ah! … I could go miles and miles
(Special note: Today’s napkin is in honor of Rich Fowler, who is pedaling across the country to help raise money and awareness for a good cause. Ride on, Rich!)
