Hello, milkweed.

The reef garden. (or) Delight in what is - setting agenda and anxiety aside.

I am inhabiting the immediate and leaving gratitude for another day. I’m letting what is be what is. I want the God’s-eye-view. The one that looks and says, “It is good.” Without agenda or anxiety - the welcome of what is becomes delight in what is. So here I go:

Hello, milkweed.

On my blooming garden reef,
Butterflies are flutterfish,
Bumblebees are tubbygobi,
Hummingbirds are dartfins.

Milkweed waves as on a scepter rooted to the ocean floor,
Anemone-like blossoms cluster, drawing little creatures in,
Into dewy, sheltered chambers, ducking out of danger’s eye.

In the air that is an ocean, in the shallows of my yard,
On the beach that is my front step,
I will stand and watch the milkweed,
Shelter little garden fishes.

It’s good that you’re here. I’m glad you exist.