Photo by Jeanie Greensfelder
Let me stop being this thinking-and-doing
person and become the pond at Sweet Springs
where mallards glide and egrets feed.
Send me into silence, broken
only by sounds of paddling feet
or a sharp beak breaking my surface
or a serenade by kingfishers and owls.
Let sunbeams dance over me with shimmering
eucalyptus tree reflections while I feel the
tickle of fish searching for food.
Let the sun take bits of me sky-high
to merge with passing clouds
and later, let me feel raindrops
return, splash, and nourish me.
Let me soothe those who pause
on the bridge, behold me, and wish.
(published by Juniper Poetry)