Poems – Page 36 – Generous Wisdom

but for all that moving

I watch the leaves flap and twirl around their branches,
hear them brushing, clustering, sweeping, waving
while my hair lies flat, my skin restful.

And then
it hits me, the wind
lifts my hair and ruddies my cheeks.

I see it coming like God,
like Love, invisible
but for all that moving.

When I lift my gaze above the branches, my lungs expand.

Grace comes like that, subtly, like breath,
unexpectedly,
like the wind,
invisible

except for what moves.

This fresh buckeye shines,
just cracked from its prickly shell.

You glow,
giddy with discovery
bouyant with purpose
knowing only this, now,
air, wind, leaves,
tricycle, sidewalk, pedals.

I watch the back of your hand
move sideways across your lips, your fingers wipe
the itch from your eyes, your lids blink and your nose wrinkles.

My prayer is for bouyancy,
for giddiness,
for light heart and easy spirit