Today, After the Storm

Today I will

gaze upon the field.

I will

do the work of watching,

still and remembering reverently

the wild night

we just passed through.

I will

be free to watch.

I will

be more than happy

and less than sad.

See the single scarlet

leaf, maple’s last flutter

of Autumns song.

Hear the crystal

bowl of earth

ripple within the sun streams.

Touch the frosted

footfalls, weaving

tales of last night

in the frost.

Daylight has come.

The curling fist

of the storm

is now an open

hand, unwound.

Pull the blinds.

Invite your eyes

into the wide and blue.

The people can wait.

The chores and sweat can wait.

The doings will rest.

The field is enough.

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