I Sit On My Blanket And Breathe

An airplane is testing its controls and landing gear

The school-yard is filled with lunchtime recess and voices of youth

A bird, perhaps a morning dove or wren, voices its thoughts for the day

The aspen buds have bloomed and wiggle with joy to be born in this day

Six lilacs await their birth, not to be rushed

The bee spirals through this space seeking color and scent

And I,

I sit on my blanket and breathe

An ant tries to greet feet resting so still

Strawberries attempt to find their path through the fall’s leaves so brown

A birdhouse waits for its family to return

A crimson pinwheel spins in the yard nearby

The clouds swim along their way against the blueness so pure

A tree sheds its tiny blooms all fuzzy and grey

And I,

I sit on my blanket and breathe

A heart is longing for direction and purpose

The beating can be heard through the wind

Breath fills the soul with goodness and light

And the sun captures the beauty upon the shadow near

Trees and grass wave to each other

They know where to go and how to be

And I,

I sit on my blanket and breathe