I heard a fish plop and saw a ring of rings,
I saw trees bending over still water; Narcissus
catching a glimpse of his beauty,
I heard wings flap in fresh leaves,
Blue and green, blue and green
sang the train that passed.
Chirping, cooing, cawing, a black shape
on the top of a tree,
then gone.
Dandelion yellow, bud pink and catkin green,
A heron disturbed, its great grey wings enfolding
the air to raise itself up,
The perfect anatomy of an ant, deep burgundy,
delicately highlighted by an
Old Master.
I sit and sit and sit,
A butterfly lands on my leg and I think
I will cry with joy.
Welcome to the living room of my soul,
Step in.