Friday, May 1, 2020

rain, sun, breath: miracles



to savor, within the flow of time

every raindrop is a miracle,
like manna from heaven,
a redistribution of the elixir of life,
a gratuitous gift for plant and animal,
and for the soft sculpting of the land,

every ray of sunshine is a miracle,
energy produced in the nuclear furnaces of the sun
cross tens of millions of miles of empty space
to warm out planet and our hearts,
some of the power captured 
in the green factories of the leaves,

every breath is a miracle,
the body still works,
oxygen still there to use,
the supply chain of rain and sun and leaf
gifting us another moment with each breath,

I sit and watch the rain wash over our homestead,







































the kid in me has built dams, dug channels,
and now joys in watching water flow within my shapings,




















I feel a solidarity with the kid in me
who spent many hours of his childhood
building dams of sand in a creek in the mountains,

that’s what we do with our lives:
attempt to work with the flow of time,
as it inexorably moves,
and we should savor each breath,
and the miracle of each moment.

by Henry H. Walker
April 30, ‘20

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