
I started as expected.
The Way
it is done.
Eyes closed.
Hands folded just so.
Then I felt my bones
pressing into the stone seat.
A blade of grass
Tickled my foot.
My eyes opened.
I watched bees gather
at the waters edge
to share a drink
and talk of sweetest flowers.
Two butterflies dared each other
on invisible currents.
Bird landed,
flitted
and chirped.
A rock leaned over to talk
to a tree.
Tree curve echoed
the curve of the creek.
And I knew.
It is every bit as much a prayer,
being part of things as they unfold,
As to sit.
As expected.
The Way
it is done.
Eyes closed.
Hands folded just so.
~AMS 16 Aug 17