June ‘25

Stop, Drop, and Stroll

Medicinal intoxication falls gently over me.

  Trellised bunches of bouquets bow close.

I touch the velvet petals in deep rich hues.

  A stalworth stand of nature’s sophisticated beauties 

salute as I pass.

  Bundles of loveliness in reds and pinks and yellows, 

  -all above average loveliness- cheer me on.

  Bees buzzing and bouncing about,

my companions while I gain composure.

I turn back, greet the pile 

  of every waiting responsibility

  left there on the threshold

  when I dropped it all

  to fill my pleading arms with the aroma

  and gobbled up nature’s therapy. 

Regenerated, I retrace my steps

  to the waiting heap

  where I startle at the sight

Ordinary is dressed up now in Sunday’s finest.

Pesty sits calm, beaming kindness.

Difficulty, unbound, lays in a straight path forward.

Darkness has shattered into glitter, beaming about.

Scoured of fatigue’s blinding hold,

  I can see the scattered bits of my soul 

sitting now collected, upright,

  waiting with a peaceful smile,

  eyes gleaming with willingness in one

and acceptance in the other.