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

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