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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