Sown

author’s note:

I did not realize last week was National Pollinator Week until too late.


WONDER

Went out in the sun today--the rays
like strings
drew me up
over the water.  I am a bucket, I am a well.
I coalesce for a moment
of wonder.

Then I disappear.

But even without me
the trees will still rustle green,
naiads will still flow
          around the stones
of the stream

--ores will still pulse
within the mountain temple.

Somewhere another child
will play with a ring...and swing
a cup up
to the clouds.

Maybe that child will breathe
some of the same air
that once brought a cry from my lungs--
            then as the child lifts its voice
            again a windstorm
            will carry that cry
            aloft

--dispersed, sown
    over the world--

same new song.

© 2009, Michael R. Patton
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