Taste Openness

Dedicated to Fife Wetlands by the poets of place on 3/20/24

Praise tiny red ferns growing into tiny purple flowers.
Praise the male mallard alone on the island.
Praise an ice cream truck in the distance singing when the waves.

Smell rain and dirt held in our hands.
Feel the snake skin shifting.
Taste openness.

See the ruffled parabola of the ducks retreat.
Feel the pull of roots hanging on to dirt.
I feel small in a comforting way.

Praise the richness of soil,
wind against cheeks, uneven ground.
Praise the splash of ducks landing.