the gate is open..
the gate was open
and so I had to venture out in my husbands boots and coat
with my wet hair
to close the gate
so the dogs wouldn’t get out
interrupted a squirrel
and voiced my apologies
for startling a dove
it wasn’t until then that I realized
the sun was shining
and the sky was blue
I turned my face to the sun
and smiled, (as you may know .. I do)
went off to get some birdseed,
and when I returned, the sky was a white-ish grey
much the colour of the ground
and I marveled at the snow flakes floating down
my gaze now falling on the wintery garden
with a new curiosity
last night I discovered you
in beautiful wonder I watched a program
called Wild Arabia
and there I discovered the lovely Dugong
why is it that I have never heard of you?
the easy answer, of course
is that there is much , that I don’t know
I have often asked my Love,
don’t you wish that I was good at something?
That I was making my mark on the world,
laying my plaque,
planting my flag,
leaving a thumb print
Couldn’t I be delicately restoring a Michelangelo ceiling,
bringing back grandeur to an abandoned chateau,
or unearthing a terracotta warrior.
Couldn’t I be protecting a species,
enchanting a garden,
preserving a historical artifact ..
touching a life.
couldn’t I be…
shouldn’t I be good at
something ..
I guess I’m good at curiosity
at marveling
at wonder
I think I’m good at learning
at listening
at observing
I know I’m good at appreciating
at feeling
at loving
perhaps I am good at
wondering
at wandering
at fumbling
perhaps my art is
discovering
myself
living well in curiosity
and to
mumbling ..
the gate is open .. ♥