November 2
Impervious
Scattered on my walk today
these polka-dotted leaves
platters of dew
containers of light
Most leaves were just wet.
The vegetal equivalent of a bedraggled mother
caught in the rain outside the grocery store
with two young kids in tow
Soaked
Limp
Dull
The special few
that caught and held the dew
the light
seemed joyous yet calm
Can a leaf be zen?
They were.
What special trick
let them gather water and light
kept their surface impervious
made what could have drenched them
into ornamentation?
This trick I want to learn.
How to hold myself
That firm
Collect what could weaken me
and instead
use it to glow.
Always a lesson in the meadow.
