On a morning, just like this
Dew hanging out on the top of the grass
Chilling, lingering,
inviting me
to stay for just a moment more
Like it knew I was feeling the pull
To somewhere else
Anywhere else
Not here.
The dew sparkled
She caught my eye and winked
as the sun shone through her
Showing off.
Sometimes
Most of the time
Maybe always
Nature needs to be even more beautiful than
The thrill of a check
off our to-do list
The dew whispered
And I made a choice
To get closer
How could I not?
I mean, it was just polite.
The dew was singing to me
In the soaring whirr of a bluejay
The fly-by buzz of a hummingbird
Look closer
Look closer
What my aging eyes couldn’t see
My heart noticed
A little snail
A silent spiral
Lines on its shell just like mine
It stops, I start, it starts, I stop
An endless sequence of heart-bending dew dropping
Spiral swirling stillness.
An invitation.
If I just get close enough
And listen.
