Days like this,
It’s easy enough to understand
how a springing plant
can do nothing all day
but bask and expand,
reaching out the pleats
of newly unsheathed leaves,
drawing water up,
making sugar from the sun
And it’s easy to sense
that it’s enough
to lie around like a cat,
every rise and fall of breath
a purr of gratitude
for how it feels right now.
There’s a full job description
in the attention
to the precise gift
of this moment —
The need to witness it
can’t be neglected.
Days like this
It’s easy enough
to claim the task of being —
A sweet duty
not to leave undone.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 23, 2013