You think you lack love,
your coffee is cold. Something is
wrong, there is suffering,
And the river
rushes downhill, leaf
buds burst green explosions, the
light came this morning, sure as ever,
and the dark is
on its way.
Children run, clouds gather and
disperse, and the wobbling, lovely world
pours rain and shines sunlight
Holds you fast
to its surface, cradles you
without plan or thought –
It is enough.
Photos taken at the Kruckeberg Botanical Garden in Seattle.