Day Thirteen: Landscape

a poem a day in the month of may
(The Liminality Journal: Kaitlin Curtice)

The landscape I see,
birds swooping, leaves fluttering —
the stirring of life.

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I chose the place I sit,
the space in my dining room,
in front of the glass patio doors.
Instead of a place to sit and eat,
I have a place to sit and see —
birds coming to the feeders,
native grasses swaying in the breeze,
an old cottonwood at the edge of the field
stark silhouette of bare branches at sunrise
before it leafs out into the fluttering
of the broad leaves of summer.

Here is my laptop
for writing,
my art supplies
for creating,
a candle 
for appeals to Spirit,
a sachet of lavender 
for soothing.

This is my hearth,
the center of the landscape
that is me,
human arriving,
Saoirse becoming,
beloved on the earth.