Proboscis flicks out,
Above the river prairie,
Licking up the sun.
Light bends around veins.
Bouncing through vasculature.
Delicate life lines.
On this Day of Earth,
Look close and pay attention,
To our Blue Marble.
A walk around the scrub on a hot and breezy spring ish morning can provide for a number of unique experiences. One day, you’ll see wood ducks fly from a roost with no water anywhere in sight, retaking their names at the expense of their future. Another day, you’ll see a bear rush from one narrowing dense patch to the next, wondering why there’s suddenly so many gaps in his home. A different day yet, you’ll see bees and beatles frantically trying to flit from one plant to the next, racing the inevitable clock that ticks in all our lives, demanding us to move faster before time runs on too long.
Today was a bit of all of those days. But mostly, there were just flowers.
what Was, what Is, and what Will Be 