this was inspired by a visit to a beautiful garden out in Baltimore County today and a lovely soul-sharing with an old friend/colleague. a beautiful day indeed.
Homage to the Worms
Is it not enough to dig my hands
into the soil to feel that moistness
and inhale the earthworms’ brown brown love?
Is it not enough to lie on the grass
face buried into the surrendering blades
to kiss the green lushness?
When the world pulls me to race
to and fro barely to stop to touch
a leaf or see that praying mantis calling me to still.
My mind so full of lists and shoulds and coulds
wants and pell-mell chaos of endless
streams of frittered thoughts,
Is it not enough to just allow the pollen
of nature around me draw my being into that awe
of love making all around me,
Surrounded on a living globe of more beauty
than I can possibly grasp of flowers, waterfalls,
and raging storms that splinter the sky,
Is it not enough to meet the pace of the slow spring bud
and grasp that soil gently to remember the place of
reverence and love no greater than the humble worm’s?