What There Is

Wondering what there is at the end 

   

   of the journey of life is 

full of imaginings and worries 

until I tire of wondering 

setting my bare feet into new grass 

      to feel cool earth. 

Wondering what tomorrow will bring 

~ easy to let go of because 

I’ve known many tomorrows, 

for the imaginings and worries 

are thin and without substance.

Wondering what my purpose in this world 

could be seems empty of meaning.

So I just enjoy the surroundings of home 

and the sun setting over the roof tops.

“You see, the what if's are as boundless as the stars.”

~ Sally Gardner,  Maggot Moon

Bright Ideas

Options tested for 

  here and there, 

    why and why not, 

  for maybe and for sure 

take up too much space 

in a muddled head, 

while ordinary tasks 

get done. People say 

‘you think too much’ 

and maybe so but I want 

the goshawks and sparrows, 

  the robins and meadow larks 

 to know that their beauty is 

part of life that lifts 

 ‘too much thinking’ to the skies of 

    possibility for each tomorrow.

“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

~ Lewis Carroll

In the Wildness

Milk Thistle
Royal Saskatchewan Museum

Roaming the gardens 

sets my prairie heart 

beside bees and butterflies

gathering nectar and pollen 

from native wild flowers,

while bugs and beetles 

hide their busyness 

in the wildness.

“To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.”

~ Mary Oliver, Yes!No!