I don’t usually write poems. For one thing they’re very hard to get published and for another, those that are published tend to make no earthly sense whatsoever. (Sometimes, a red wheelbarrow is just a red wheelbarrow.) When a poem does appear after my byline, it’s not so much that I’ve written it as I’ve translated something Nature shared. It’s amazing what the world around us is saying when we simply pay attention to it. Anyway, while planting lima beans in the garden this morning, Nature tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Hey, look up in the sky!” I guess Nature had been watching an episode of Superman. It then gleefully recited the following, which I have placed in a fancy font and color to make it look like a real poem. Nature then asked me when I was going to post something about baseball again, to which I answered, “Soon.” (By the way, if anyone has an appropriate photo, please post! Nature just laughed at my camera when I went to take a picture. Hey, Nature can be cruel, too.)Surfing the thermals, the hawk skimmed across the broad blue sky. It rode those invisible waves higher and higher Until it was outta sight, dude.
That‘s one of Nature’s beauties; It makes Its point and then goes on Its merry way.