Wonderment

Wonderment

A new idea, then

Tears

A red bird

Birds and butterflies

Tomatoes, ground cherries, habanera peppers

Zinnias and weeds
A purpose
A part

A sacred place,

Whether in a darkened room,

An open field,

A long arduous car ride

Or the shade of a living tree,

Becomes a space to

Lift up your head

And feel everything down to the weakened, yet alive, cells of your being

As you light up

With awe

And wonder...

What am I still missing?