SIT AND SENSE

Sit and listen

To the birds

Singing

Calling

A duck chimes in

Over there a phoebe drawls

The water gurgles by

The breeze

Crunching dry leaves underfoot

The smallest rustle of a bee

A squirrel, a lizard, a beetle

Sit and look

Watch

Listen with your eyes

Let them stroke the wool

The longer you sit, the more you see

Tiny flowers for tiny bees

Sunlit patterns on the ground feathered through the flowers leaves stones and

Oh look, tiny moss

Lichen and woody mushrooms

My eyes hungrily drink in the colors

The lull isn't a lull

It is filled with light song and water gurgling

The woodpecker appears lowly, shyly introducing percussion

Now awake, the duck is swimming

He thinks you have something

He is speaking

Portaging upstream until suddenly

Floosh

Flying off

in aggravation

Sit and feel

The sun

The breeze

The pulse of the place

With a tiny gesture

Sit and listen

You'll be glad you did

Poem written right here

#poetry

#slowdown

#mindfulness