COME TO ME
My days are numbered,
They surely are.
Before long they will lower me into the ground
Where not much of anything will be around.
In the meantime I am happy
To linger here and let life
Come to me.
The soothing scent of fresh cut grass.
The tickling touch of dandelion seeds.
A bounding dog pulls a grey couple along
In spring’s rose-pink twilight
As children race past
Ringing bells on bikes.
The chirps of robins
And the murmur of mourning doves
And even the swirling gnats and flies
Remind me I am truly
Fully alive.
Some race the world over
While I rest upon the clover,
Exhausting themselves to find
What they already have except in their minds.
The tortoise won by going slow.
Like him I am content although
I have nowhere
Nowhere at all
To go.
