Spring is here.
I spot a grasshopper
near my not-yet-planted
Just days ago,
I was warned,
Grasshoppers are leaf-eating machines,
Today, my morning walk
brings grasshoppers to my wandering mind.
An inner voice says, “I am curious.
What can I learn about grasshoppers?”
“I am curious.”
This sentence, foreign as a far-away land,
is a revelation.
A small miracle.
In my 20s, I awoke every morning
with overwhelming fear.
I gritted my teeth to the day,
expecting nothing more than survival.
But a voice from somewhere
disagreed with this fate.
Forty years ago, it said,
“I don’t want to live this way!
I want to feel my life
as an adventure,
To live with excitement and joy.”
who visited in my youth
has been with me
all these years.
Picking me up, again and again,
out of the dark, out of despair,
out of the desolate place
that would have me give up my life.
Sending helpers and teachers
to show me
is possible here.
And here I am
Relishing the words
that come more and more
from a previously unknown place
I am so curious about that . . .