In my previous post, I shared a photo from a recent camping trip. Here’s another and a few thoughts it inspired.
They understand the abrasive
nature of wind on the pond’s
skin and why fish
peer at the sky
worshiping the clouds
that choke heaven’s blue ocean.
They enjoy a humid afternoon’s
hush and a fly’s pasty innards.
Their way is to wait,
to clothe themselves in patience
and viscosity, assuring the dragonfly
that apathy is stronger than hunger,
tempting the sprite
to recline on its cool skin.
Now is the time to rest
and let its lungs fill
with music’s deep chords.
In the morning, there will be song.
Inspired by a WordPress Daily Prompt.