What if, while waiting for hummingbirds we
noted the young oak leaf blown apropos
of a theme this grandma teaches simply:
nature gives what is needed, even though
it may not be what you want. Compensate
for limited vision. Look with your heart.
Blooming rainbows, singing flights, we create
with Gaia. Now I’m leaving out these parts:
butterflies, clouds, the trees and the ground, birds
and the cars on the street, this easel-art
celebrations of bugs. Fumbling words
to convey the moan of that train: a start.
Inspired by: what if, theme, apropos, compensate and a curious four-year-old grandson who insisted on including all the parts I’d left out of my morning poem. As I write this, he is singing, “Sing with me, sing with me!”