credit – VT Tours, Green Mountains
From my writing retreat, an initial meditation upon which I will build as the days unfold. Looking forward to how it morphs and turns…
What can we in the west learn
from gazing east, sun rising
into a new day complete
and entire unto itself?
It’s simple, really. To greet
with open eyes and heart
what comes as gifts
of the moments we receive,
gifts passing through us who
are pilgrims here, hands outstretched
to take what we need and to give
what we can of who we are.
I’ve been watching the tomato
potted on my deck, pushing
up and out its lush laterals
deep into summer and lacy as a fan
climbing and quivering across the cage
guiding its expanding explosion
into such green, so thick, I nearly despaired
of flower or fruit. And suddenly – it seems –
abundant late-growth yellow spurts
cluster toward shy small orbs of promise.
We all need both sturdy base and time
from which to create what feeds us.