interrupting the routine

i left the laundry behind 

and the pickleball

games

traded them 

for dew on leaves

dragonfly wings

and the garden’s other 

offerings

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