Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Pond at Dawn

Sunday morning prompt: Wake up some part of your participation in nature – what will please you when you go out there, what will delight you, what is offered – use all senses.




At first I was aware
only of the outer me,
face in the cold, damp air,
hands stuffed in warm pockets,
feet planted in the bedraggled grass at pond’s edge.

Wavelets moved in stately fashion
in response to a breeze I barely felt.
A single white swan floated.
A single gray heron flapped.
A single black crow called.

In that moment I felt myself let go.
My heart beat—measured, stately—
matched the waves
that bore the swan,
that lured the heron,
that listened to the crow.

I was the wave, the birds, the minimum breeze.
My breath was theirs,
their heartbeats mine,
in that consciousness that holds us all at once

in the palm of its hand.



5 comments:

Friko said...

Lovely.

Standing still, observing, meditating and becoming one with nature eliminates the hustle and bustle of hectic lives. Slowing us down until we purely are ourselves in the moment.

Lovely, yes, lovely indeed, your words.

Hilary said...

Ahh.. connected. It's so reassuring.. soothing.. enduring. Thanks for this loveliness.

Out on the prairie said...

Very connected, I love to become part of all around me when I am out.Sometimes I think I anthropomorphize critters too much

Wisewebwoman said...

Transported I was.

Thank you.

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Barbara Shallue said...

I'm grateful for the busy-ness of my recent days, because I need the money, but this post makes me long for my slower, reflective days. You really need to write a book!