Day 117

Today out of the blue a poem admitted itself into my consciousness unbidden, and I was then sitting on the side of the road scratching it out on the back of a free henna flier. Poem is below the photos.

Also, Chelsea and I spent a good half hour out in the back yard. It was heaven.

This Easter

Surprise did not hide
In the adorned basket of a rabbit
Nor in the brightly hued
Shells of plastic eggs
Joy and wonder were equally
Not delivered in the arms
Of an earth bound god

Rather,
On the gust of a sun warmed draft
Fueled by now awakened moths
Opening their powdery wings to the heat
Only to be snatched up in the
Giddy, hungry dance of the new arrivals

The swallows who breezed in, this Easter morning
Celebrating the maiden day of spring
Calling her by name
Thanking her personally
For the revival, for the
Abundance yet to come