#WHAT I SEE FROM HERE

#What I See From Here

White Caps

Wind

Pelicans, a single pair

A lonely Gull

Bright clouds moving

Blue sky

My lovely world 

This is something fun to do when you have a minute. 
Sit in a spot you like, your garden, balcony, park or bike.  
Your favorite chair.  Anywhere.  It doesn't have to be outside.  
Then look around.  Something you see, something you found. 
What poem comes to mind?  
I was on my deck at the simplest house in the simplest place.  
I wish I were there.

This is good with a memory too.  Your childhood front porch?  Your tree-house?  A place you loved?  

#What I See From Here is Me

Barefoot in the tree-house lying down

Head over the edge hanging resting dreaming

I see my mother's peonies flush and bowed

The tire swing turning down below

The dog looks up at me

I'm dusty, agile, free

In some ways, if we're thoughtful, what we see from here is uncertainty. But when we reflect on it, uncertainty had a place in our lives before the coronavirus, didn't  it?   We may have known unemployment before. When I was ready for college my father lost his job.  When I was unemployed I started law school.  We've had our plans disrupted before.  By our parents health.  Our own.  And children?  We are used to unpredictability.  

So maybe what I see from here is all of us surviving, like we've done before.  All of us thriving. Because that's what we're good at.  And in the meantime, while  these accommodations are constricting us, we can still treasure memories or write poems or do any number of things.  We can still feel agile and free in our lovely world.  Here's to us!                  Nina Naomi