The land speaks to me
in insect hum
and in the chirps of birds
along their daily paths

The air speaks to me
in the awakened breath
of all that is alive,
that rises eagerly
from the patient soil
and makes itself known

The day speaks to me
in the steady shine
of its curving arc
as large and subtle
as the earth’s turning

It says, you will find peace
as you learn to be peace,
it says, come with me
and I’ll show you.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 7, 2018