I first opened my mind.
Then let him help
open my heart.
Together
we opened
garden beds.
He nurtures
beauty
in sunshine
and water.
Now we are fed.
Beauty in the Bohemian’s Garden
Awe Along the Shoreline
“the tide is so low”
but he is enthused
exclamations
from the human
in spandex
and a swim cap
about to submerge
in the earth’s soup
at sunrise
he’ll splash
buoyant
on a planet
floating
in a mass of stars
early risers
unfold chairs
hold travel mugs
and watch
the still water
a spot of sea
buffered
from the sounding surf
that breaks
outside
the distant reef
“look there’s a rainbow”
more wonder
from the spectators
as fingers
extend
skyward
below
their feet
coral has been crunched
to sand
that tinkles
and
percolates
sifting
with sea foam bubbles
just beyond the scene
a woman
scribbles words
in her Toyota
never minding
that her
health insurance
application
was denied
it doesn’t
matter
that her son was sassy
on Valentine’s Day morning
she’s recording
something
for the cosmonauts
earthbound
and celestial
alike
soothed by salt air
she sends
messages about
the awe along the shoreline
she knows
there’s starlight
still twinkling
just beyond
the sunrise clouds
existing
so infinite
ahhhhh
Back to Nature
The last two days of Archive postings have focused on my challenges with technology and my observations in how our communication platforms are shaping the way we relate with one another.
I’m pleased that my ponderings inspired some feedback from others. Looks like my dad even got a poem out of the discussion (check out Dry Crik Journal here). Thanks to all for sharing your ‘likes’ and thoughts.
There’s nothing like some nature shots to balance out the conversation.
The Bohemian (who, by the way, checks his emails about twice a week on an archaic laptop and often leaves his cell phone at home) brought me flowers. These are special, as they were the chosen variety featured at our wedding this past November.
Related to the globe amaranth, these vibrant beauties are more feather than bubble. Delicate, but hearty. I love the way they catch the light.
The farmer who grew them included some huge nasturtium leaves as accents in the bouquet. Looking at the vein pattern, words arise in my mind. “All roads lead to…”
Hmmm.
To…one?
The center?
Back to nature?
Nice to find solace in beauty. Rest in the art of living things.
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