As I gaze onto the panorama of my backyard
I think to myself
How overwhelming it must be for one to fathom all the beauty in the world
Certainly a task of great exertion
One I anticipate with joy
I no longer spring in panic at sight of a laborious bubble bee briskly spectating my presence
I no longer flee for cover from the touch of a cold teary drop of rain
I only for momentary protection elude the blaze of the sun so incessant
I have come to memorize the songbird's melodies by name
I have whispered to the spirits in the wind
And their voices have lifted my hair to the sky
Bare foot I stretch with grass end to end
Bare ready to imbibe I lie
I no longer dream a dreamer's dream
Because I no longer sleep as a shepherd’s sheep
I watch the bees work
And hum as the songbird sings
I am awake
I am free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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