Sunday, May 28, 2017

Season of the May- Part 1

Maypole crown

Everything is beyond lush now. Bugs are plentiful. Days are eternal.
And there is no time at all.

We are on a constant roll of the next thing and the next
and at the same time
seeing each new flower and hearing every birdsong.


A moon-cycle of days the Maypole stood
and today we took it down.
The eggshell still underneath in the hole
now re-covered with the rocks that held the base
so firm and solid and vertical.
well secured

It often seems free-fall, but I think that is an illusion, like clouds in the distance.
It is about letting go with intent.
It is directional.

Do the trees wonder at their leaves?
egg in the hole

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