Sometimes, we hold plans
with such great importance
that when they become derailed,
our mindsets are not as tough as we assume,
no, not as tough as spider silk –
they spiral into grottos of gloom
where we keep company
with a suitcase of insecurity.
Indulging in comfort that doesn’t
judge or bicker occurs effortlessly.
The smell of sorrow is overwhelming.
But despite the absence of light,
the sunrise slowly unfolds,
brushstrokes of vivid oranges
illuminate the sky
like a painter brightens a new canvas,
and the experience feels feather-light
as though a burden is lifted.
Our fascination is stirred once again
by a hummingbird’s ability to fly
forward and backwards, sideways,
and even upside down. We hear the
sparrows singing their tales,
and bees buzzing in jubilation.
Sensing the spiritual presence of hope,
we exhale with relief, and we are optimistic
for an extended stay.
Lauren Scott (c) 2021
Photo: sunrise from an early-morning walk