Awakening

I’ve found such comfort sitting 

amid blooms, listening to katydids, 

following the sweet beat of butterfly 

wings and the humble patience 

of a pollen-collecting bee.  

I’ve wondered at the industry 

of ants lifting many times 

their body weight, again and again,

along the stone path winding through

my little patch of Eden.  I ask myself, 

“Why now?”  Is it age that awakens 

this love of nature in me?  I think 

it is the profound truth that here, 

in this tiny garden, there are no politics,

the murmuring is never about a virus;

there is just this lovely rhythm, a daily

awakening, a gathering of necessities

and simple pleasantries until the sun sets,

and the gentle silhouette of the moon

reminds all to rest, a cycle of living,

good as God intended.

—C.L. Fisher, July 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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