My heart is quiet now
Not a skipping brook
nor a flowing river;
Nor the Songbird I know.
Glimpses light up, reminders,
like the Starling outside my window
the violets in the sun.
So much beauty, why then not skip?
Earth is recovering from our sins
We are now the prisoners thereof,
The sky is clear, air tastes sweet,
Waters run blue again.
The stillness, the calmness
the trees show to me, as they raise
their branches to the sky.
No thoughts of fear, just being.
Being their strong, primordial selves
Being part of totality.
© miriam ivarson