Affinity.
One fine morn I found myself wrapped
in the leafy-green ocean
of growing beans\' honey-combed body.
Pale roots pushing down
and stalks shouldering up touched raw
need for knowing as life
buckled its rush onto my rising rapture.
Small sparrows alighted on pods pausing
to gather loose dewdrops then
weightless they rose for wing affirmation.
Silvery snail-tracks signed
little pathways of night efforts to stave
hunger before reaching safe
places of hide before sun\'s drying force.
What a thrill is the sweet affinity between
eyes and ears bent in awe
of the rarely seen miniscule world and a
poet who shares skill found
in time spent with the smallest of beings