A Day’s Grace

for something ingenious, something new.
Something, anything really
to break this cursed writer’s block.

…Or perhaps this is a time for
immersing in my earthly travels.
No scholarly detachment
to distract from the here and now.

Feeling deeply
the spongy earth beneath my feet
and the soft caress of humble grasses
lining my woodland path.

Listening attentively
to musical conversations
of avian inhabitants
and the rustle of dancing leaves
impelled by the swelling breeze.

Delighting in
the profusion of prairie blooms
and refreshingly sweet
black raspberry treats.

Relaxing into this moment,
I pray this peace
permeates far and wide.
The rest can wait.

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