Photo from a sculpture by Erica Chappuis
Some will
not believe me,
perhaps because
they’ve never witnessed
miracles,
large or small,
(which are only
(which are only
a question, after all, of
timing), or perhaps
because they are too
busy
agitating,
when all we really
need to do is
wait
and
watch
for that one
perfect moment
inviting us to act.
Outside my autumn
window a descending lazy yellow
maple leaf
crossed paths with
the radiant blue of a Stellar's jay,
ascending.
A dance of bird and leaf?
A relay race in fall?
Will I know when it is
my turn,
now?