Proof of Glimmers

A Poem -

Photo by the Author

Empty garden bench

Honeybees

Barefoot in wet grass

Lightly scraped knee

Birdsong in all directions

Patio coffee confection

My waving sister down the lot

Bedside table that smells like pot

Plastic vines and flowers I’ve wrapped all around my fence

Despite the coming rain and my common sense

I promise I won’t be taking for granted my soul’s ability to experience

Gulping in time and breathing out seasons