The plight of the humble me
buzzes around like a bumbling insect
sharing fertile, fluffy pollen willy-nilly
or so it would seem
Sometimes, it sticks
eventually
bearing right-sized fruit
Other times, it does not
Loud and willful barrenness
where twigs once sprouting die
Apparent patterns shimmer
among the dappled sunlight
shadows play in humility
ever dancing past the music’s end…
Sunlight trickled through the trees
tumbled lightly onto me
caressed my cheek with warmth
dappled my thoughts and senses
Awakened sparks in dewy moisture
left behind by sprinkler’s grace
and in steamy tears on my face
Remnants of joy’s expression
tattooing the cheeks
staccato rivulets
And, all the while, my spirit soared
brilliance conquers in dabs and shifts
until tickled trees dance laughing
A luxuriousness of time
laid out before me
like a velvet field of daisies
Lazing about innocuously
observing ants or clouds
Tickling my own cheek
sending prickly down
of blessed dandelion
on its merry quest
Highlight of an ending note
quenched by icy fresh lemonade
When squirrels play
the branches
of the dancing trees
are fun highways
for hilarious capers
Ever dreamt of
being a flying squirrel?
Let’s play!
• • •
Meanwhile, you and the squirrels
conversing in the yard…
Now, there’s a happy thought!
