“There are designs that seem like chaos
only because you’re too close.” ~ Dean Young
Move away from the lance-
tipped leaves, admire
the goldenrod shimmer
in the sun like green fish,
but from behind a glass window:
better yet, lower the blinds?
I know what you mean, and yet,
and yet— It’s been years
since a blade of grass
left its covert stroke
on my hand on the path
to home; since clotheslines
sang their load of moisture
on the line, since the plaster
saint with its chipped halo
and faded blue habit raised
its wooden hand in greeting
as I crossed the threshold.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.