Such a strange world, this,
where we live out our lives under a bright and brilliant sun so powerful
never stare directly
but instead must look for it’s clues.
Warm rays on arms and face
Vines, slow growing and green, stretching up to sky
and the great maples and oaks reaching upwards
If I traveled here through space
over vast distance at light speed
I would wonder
at the lightening storms and volcanoes
the tidal waves and earthquakes,
such ferocious violence here,
the undulations of creation.
And I would marvel at the sweet details,
the sky blue of the robin’s egg and the meowing call of the catbird,
the brightness of the fireflies
and the soft lips of a kiss.
There is great hunger here,
a powerful need to connect.
Listen for the song of a thousand small things
Thank you for listening,