Friday, August 11, 2017

interrupting the routine

i left the laundry behind 
and the pickleball

traded them 
for dew on leaves
dragonfly wings
and the garden’s other 

i drank eagerly
of her cup

juice of zinnias
dripping down 
my chin  

"Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue."
                                          ~John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

"Oh, taste and see...."  ~Psalm 34:8