PERSPECTIVE
Sitting
-well, swinging
In my grandmother’s swing
-the one we bought her
-the one she sat in
Daily
Looking out into the jungle
Of the highway.
Watching the days pass.
I swing
Looking out
Into the madness that is
My Garden
Impatiently
Or possibly patiently
Waiting
On the Red Clover to bloom
It’s little purple flowers
And the oats to spill their drops milk..
And the coneflowers to bloom
Wondering when??
Will the elderberry blossoms
Be perfect for cutting..
And drying..
Wishing
For every nook
Every cranny
To be filled with beauty
My hands, My eyes, My heart
Will know..
Or does it already?
Listening.
Hermit thrush
sings it’s slow and flutey song
Mockingbird
sings it’s impatient and hurried song..
Both perfect in their own way..
Depending on who is listening
And watching..
The days pass.