Do I write about what I see or create what I see by writing about it?
An interesting question.
If I Fail to Wonder
Today, if I fail to wonder,
the robin resting in her nest,
a crown of woven twigs,
pine needles, and mud harvested
from the garden’s damp earth,
will hardly notice the imp
scaling the stolid oak,
hiding in dark hollows between
a braille of bark and knots twisted
as tightly as pain, its greedy heart
coveting the flesh and nectar
warm within this mother’s blue, blue eggs.