Among sunflowers I am
Small as a cat, an
Animal that deforms
In stalks and stems;
Its brain, instincts,
Things portable
In wilderness.
I become no more,
No less, an animal
Equipped only to see
What confronts me,
Yet I believe the
Soul is not invisible.
It rolls and weaves,
Reveals itself in
All action, of which
This moment, garden
And I compose
The merest fraction.
First, I am happy to see this post! Additionally remembering both our long friendship and your delightful garden, I must think that -that- has a big hand in this piece Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks Willie! And contrary to Fugs singing Blake, let's not "weary of time" but enjoy it as it dances around us!
ReplyDeleteI Love them all, Geo...but I reeeeeallly LOVE this one!
ReplyDeleteI Love this post. I am trying to catch up on my Geo (Geocache?)reading and boy I have been missing out for quite a while now. Need to go back and see all of the pics now:)
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