Today's prompt was to take a walk, go on a journey, and take mental notes. I obeyed.
It’s spring and trees unravel catkins, bits
of pollen cling to strands of hair
Hidden in honeysuckle color.
It has to happen, right?
I ask. He nods. I think of worlds
Bursting open, how grains of pollen sail
In the wind and nestle in the right spot
And make a seedling spring to life.
Sure, sure, he says and pats my shoulder.
I think of all the magic I believe,
Take into the sidewalk cracks of my heart
and let bloom into faith beneath pavement.
A sparrow, one small enough to tuck
into my pocket,hops and pecks at crumbs.
A grackle puffs blue and black,
his dead yellow eyes fixated
on the crumbs at my feet.
A sago’s leaves begin their journeys soft,
Curl and harden as the seasons pass.
The grackle crows. The sparrow startles,
And still to me, underneath this heavy sun,
When we piece our flesh together,