Affinity.

 

 

Affinity.

One fine morn I found myself wrapped
in the leafy-green ocean
of growing beans' honey-combed body.

Pale roots pushing down
and stalks shouldering up touched raw
need for knowing as life
buckled its rush onto my rising rapture.

 

Small sparrows alighted on pods pausing
to gather loose dewdrops then
weightless they rose for wing affirmation.

Silvery snail-tracks signed
little pathways of night efforts to stave
hunger before reaching safe
places of hide before sun's drying force.

 

What a thrill is the sweet affinity between
eyes and ears bent in awe
of the rarely seen miniscule world and a
poet who shares skill found
in time spent with the smallest of beings

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

"beans' honey-combed body." " stalks shouldering" fantastic in my opinion .. read this thrice .. each time yielded more appreciation of such a moment .. love the silver snail trail .. your poet is speaking loud and clear .. so glad i didn't miss this tribute to the connection of all things ..big and small .. thanks for sharing Fay .. a mwahvelous journey this morning in reading!
E.

[Fay Slimm]

With much gratitude comes my large thank you for such a generous review of the tribute to small things - - --- we see but through a dim mirror but oh the wonder of life in miniature.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes we do .. it takes a concerted effort to realize those small everyday miracles happening all around us ..i confess those silvery slimes have never before roused my wonder and appreciation .. i will look at them different now ;)