Smallness.
Connecting with sky above and earth
below,
eyes unfocused, I breathe in to relax
slowly
and regard with mindfulness the life
going
on at my feet, such smallness neatly
flowing
toward some mystical shape-shifting
whole,
directed by inbuilt momentum all its
own.
Grass blades creak, rustled leaves
moan.
Petals sigh as warm winds flutter
coats.
Toads click when heat dries their
home.
Pollen hums as bee-tongue sucks
gold.
Worms weep when birds tighten
hold.
Butterflies sniff and grasshoppers
groan.
Soil heaves with action under my
nose.
Busyness rules in every miniscule
burrow.
I watch as snail-gait slow motion
unfolds
tiny changes within nature\'s great
poem
and marvel how littleness feeds my
soul.