Little Oasis

“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

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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