Let it come

I believe we are all given different things to notice, to pay attention to.  When new awareness comes my way, I do sometimes wonder why I didn*t see it before.  I am still learning (re-learning) how to say:   Now is the time for that awareness. And: Thank God.   No, I don*t want to permanently return to age four or five, (or eighteen or nineteen)  but it does help to remember I was there once, and visit occasionally.   So.  Let it come.

Let it come.

Often I wonder why I didn*t know something

Before.

I rise to awareness.

It is all so obvious.

It has been alive

Next door,

Maybe

On the front lawn.

It has nested for years

In the back porch light

With the sparrows,

Eaten corn with the ducks,

Fed by the lady in red.

It is obvious like the time I saw the clouds move

For the first time.

I knew

They had been moving

Forever.

Perhaps I might have noticed

Before.

I didn*t.  And

It didn*t matter.

Thank God I was only four or five.

I didn*t know

How to second-guess

Yet.

So

Let it come.

Let me know the new

On the front lawn.

The columbine seed pods

Turn brown

Ready to split open

Spill possibility

Next to the window.

Let it come.