“It’s not what you look at that matters;
It’s what you see.”
— Henry David Thoreau
I just could not sit still;
this hard world and its hard news
kept me unnerved, disjointed,
uneasy. I could not concentrate
on a computer screen, and numbers
became jumbled lines with no meaning;
so I stood and put myself to walking.
Outside my office is this lot of asphalt —
hot and flat and barren, but
a few feet away I find my restoration —
trees, blooms, bees, and a winding
path near the cool stone of our church.
It is really no more than a patch,
but it is a little oasis for me
as I watch it change each day,
the soil worked by loving hands
of green-thumbed parishioners
who quietly tend this dot of land.
Today I find a new blossom,
a perfection of pink with a touch
of bright yellow nestled right
near the stone facade,
waiting just for me to capture,
and I spy a tiny bee attending
a lovely purple flower;
he as happy as me in this place
of beauty and solace,
and I am thankful. My soul
settles; I am at peace.
Dear reader, seek your little oasis;
behold what awaits you just outside
your door.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2020
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