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The air is sweet,
inviting,
it brushes my face in a warm salutation.
The cement bench upon which I sit,
seems,
more from it’s touch than it’s maker or material,
unfamiliar.
Though I am grateful for such a platform.
I would like to commune with nature not roll in it.
The starlings nosily protest my presence,
I am flattered by the attention.
Yes, I am the stranger here, come to steal a moment.
It takes more energy to possess it than I care to expend.
To enjoy it, share it, That’s the gift.
A large canopy of trees forms the theater where this drama played out.
Each drop of a leaf or ripple of the lake before me,
choreographed in perfection,
rising and falling,
brining the watcher to a crescendo of harmony and synchronicity.
But for all that I gather and collect
I gain no burden, no weight is added.
Appreciation lightens me.
I have become part of the play.
No need to rehearse,
the lines and actions are stirred up from inside.
If only to allow this part I play to mature.
I have been a caricature of my true self too long.
With balance on my lips I return to life refreshed.
Jamar |
