You do not wait
When you are ready there is no stalling No holding you back from becoming perfect Your magenta, sweet berries bursting on the bush You cannot wait dozens of gems hidden under drooping canes Like hopes buried deep in the pores of my heart When you arrive you are bold and colorful a balance of firmness and savory juice Only hours later it will be too late If I do not take time to venture to the garden I will miss my opportunity for you to sweeten my taste buds and dance in my tummy You will not wait The bees have done their job, buzzing and pollenating Your strong branches have played their part and brought you nourishment and a home The sun completed her role of sustenance and warmth Now I need to stand vigil and wait while you surge into completeness I will spend all night if I have to searching for every last drupelet hidden under leaves and tucked in corners of bliss The snip of time when you come into being is a sacred flash of beauty to behold pure gift to taste I will wait This time I will be ready I stand eager to greet and welcome you the moment you arrive into fullness
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At a quarter past midnight you look up and ask, "Why aren't they all like the sun?"
Your curious, youthful mind begs an answer These stars that show their faces only after little ones have settled in for the night how come they aren't as bold and bright and massive as the sun? The brilliance and brightness of the nightly stars do not compare Morning star waking all eternity at each rising beating down warmth and potentiality to every living space on this earth touching every crevice with sustenance I sit on shores of Sacandaga ripples of waves tickling my ears flutters of white birch leaves singing to me fragrance of balsam standing bolder than my grandmother's perfume I sit and you rise, shining on me warming my knees and forearms and the tippy top of my head all of me soaking in your radiance It is as if it was only me on this entire earth you settle down to be with me chosen especially from all the grasses and plains and desserts and mountains and creatures this day you give your undivided attention to me rejuvenating my tired soul and replenishing my aching body What would be of us if all the stars were like you? If all had to shine so brightly and boldly as to fade out every last other central to all positioned in a way that tugs all in close and swirls them around as if a feisty seven year old held in the pocket of the armpits and spun around and around until dizzy with delight You keep us all spinning arms reach away as not to scorch or burn us opening us with your power and grandness Every nourishment that feeds our body and soul was born of you giving us grain to eat and breath of life Every poem that was ever uttered Every motion ever set into play was born of you Why aren't they all like you? Your strength, commitment, generosity, playfulness, hopefulness, gratitude, forgiveness unconditionally offering all of this Why can't we all be so? Perhaps some stars need to only shine in the darkest of moments perhaps some need only be seen by few Some need only be known by that which is larger than themselves You embody all but fractions of the entire mass of this swirling system and with it responsibility above all others Set up as an example to each of us committed to the single blade of grass between my toes to the highest peak reaching into the skies to my child that I love and long to know completely to the mother born in a cave in a different time with speech unknown to my ears each of us, all of everything you are mothering, nurturing, caring for all our lives are in your hands entire existence dependent on your continuous generous outpouring of self So they aren't all like you and we can't all be you but nothing is stopping us from soaking you into our bones, stretching in gratitude for you working tirelessly every day to emulate your grand beauty and selfless being Today as every day we will dance around your rays circling in endless love and will miss you at dusk but always reminded of your pervasive presence as we gaze at your sister stars against the dark backdrop of questions sent out to the universe I’ve been to the beach nearly a thousand times
But never with you This is the first time I see it through your eyes The first time I feel the grains of sand tickle my toes The first time I experience the waves splash my face washing joyful invigoration into my bones Yes, I have visited the beach nearly a thousand times But never with you An extension of me – allowing me to see and feel the sun on my shoulders and back warmer and more comforting than ever Through your ears I hear the rapping of the waves The giggles of children and the rustle of leaves As if for the first time All my senses are on fire I am filled to capacity about to burst You cling your little hands around me and point out to the waves Longing for more of this intoxicating beauty For all the thousand times I’ve been to the beach This seems like the first time I’ve truly been here awakened To all it has to offer Breathing in Trusting magic Feeling cool and warmth Hearing comfort Seeing through your fresh eyes All that there is the sacred beauty That was here all along My thousandth and first time to the beach was with you |
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