As is

Spying on a swallow,
Identifying itself as a wren,
Feeding her young.

Concentration
Depletes my evaporating
Energy.

This cannot be.

I must try capturing a gerund,
before it’s too long.

I wash my headache away with the
Fly-by of a meadowlark,
Generous he is,
Sending me help.
His message for making things right.

“Don’t sit sulking.
Remove your robe.
Cast it aside.
Drop its folding on the rug.”

He’s demanding.

“Straighten your back.
Plant your legs.
Send your palms toward the sky.”

Triumphing.
Not wishing, but doing.
Running naked,
Primal, essential, being human.

Nude.

And singing unashamedly,
Feeling the grass,
And
Proving
You’re
Proud of it.”

Charlene James Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
June 18, 2020