Mother Nature flicks her wand

Rain pours down

But in her wisdom

Today is not ordinary

(but then no day is)

For in moments there is wind

And a shift to sun

And bulbous clouds scudding

And mercurially she tosses out a rainbow

She’s playing

I admire her capriciousness

Her challenge

And the cardinals chirp

And the squirrel’s nose flaunts a millet gem

And the wind chimes sing with the breeze

—

Maybe I curled too long in a bruised body

Engrossed in pain, believing

an extraordinary event provides profound answers

I missed the cherry blossoms unfurl

The arrival of the cowbird as true a call of spring

But now I understand there are answers always

And questions, more to unravel

And the answer is neither inward nor outward

But all around, in the ordinary and extraordinary

Except I would attest, nothing is truly ordinary

once we privilge ourselves to see

 

end 3/24/2017

S. Darlington