Ordinary Magic

Feb 20

the clouds looked like cotton candy
and the ocean felt like a lover...

wild hare and catbird
whispered esoteric poetry
beneath the vernal weeping willow,

buzzing bees
fell to their knees
at the sheer beauty of it all,

and the moon played cat's cradle
with strands of liquid silver;

just another day
of ordinary magic
here on planet earth...

I don’t have any answers,

but I am learning to love
living inside the landscape
of the questions…

Reading the Sky