NATURE’S DANCE
There, a streak of dawn light
just glimpsing over the horizon
breaking into the first brink of life,
and would lay across the
pond’s still surface,
a sheet of perfect, laser glass
gifted from a generous,
new-birth sun.
Expanse complimenting an
otherwise empty space
hovering above eerie mist
the type that hides our secrets
and our frozen hearts,
forming its vaporous body
to compete with fluctuating
shadows seeking valid form, wafting like
athletics in electric air.
Am I apart of this, or merely a
spectator to nature’s dance;
and I’m clumsily aware that
I just happened here, to a concert
that started
long ago without
my being there.
Welcoming me, as it were,
now that I’m here. I think
being mortal means
different things to different people.
To me, it means the stars,
the concerto of breaking
day, doesn’t need me to
open beautifully into
the song of a waking robin.
Where gymnastics of dark and light
intermingle like tamed fire.
And an ocean’s retreat or a tornado’s
unwelcomed screams
doesn’t need us to perform
their rituals of eclipse
and equinox;
Only reacts when we attempt to
re-direct its meaningful course,
twist its velvet message
or re-write its ancient story.
Why is it we want to interject
our infant babble,
our cruel interplays,
slice her painful bowels with curious,
insatiable fingers…
Is it we’re not ready to admit
we never were nature’s
inspiration,
its catalyst.
It’s the other way around.
Were we ever its rightful Caretaker?
It wanted nothing in return but our
acceptance, our distant admiration,
to let it be as it always was
and always will be….
its own beautiful, dancing,
mysterious and
lonely thing.
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© Susan Joyner-Stumpf
wow Susan such beautiful words and beautiful title.. JUST LOVELY..natures inspiration… Our Lord took us from dirt, from nature you could say… You are an inspiration to me Susan.. so lovely..BRAVO
Thank you Deb for always your kind and supportive reviews. love you sweet friend.