Blossoms

Today I could do so many things:

wash the car, clean my rooms,

work on my memoir, wash the windows,

address an estrangement
I do not understand.

But Doing requires energy and, these days,

Being takes what little life force I have.

So instead I will sit in the sun, and rock.

I will commune with bees and hummingbirds,
breathe in the scent of cherry blossoms
and newly cut grass.

I will watch my small swiss chard

and kale plants turn their leaves up

to the warmth and straighten their small stems.

Today, it will be enough to be alive,

on a springtime morning,
on the edge of the sea,

watching the rest of the world

stroll by. 

Inspired by This Morning I Could Do a Thousand Things by Robert Hedin. This afternoon, while watching the news, and hearing more horrors, I look up to see two eagles, circling in the sky out my big window, and I feel blessed.