TASKER VILLAGE

There are miraculous flutters

leaping at each other

around this circle;

a pathway which loops around

the smallest hill

of dirt, wood, naked trees,

plants sprouting from the ground,

and three really tiny purple flowers

which may be Bluebells

The breeze shakes

the flowers,

and the green stems holding them up

keep firm!

The shadow of a chirping,

jumping bird moves beside my notebook

until it leaps and flies

to another bench

These flowers and the soil,

and the shaking bushes

create a fresh, woodsy aroma

that fills my rib cages with glee

At an angle, the sun’s light

rolls over the bushes

while some of their parts wiggle

in shadow

Tasker Village smells fresh

and filled with Spring

and many of its amazing promises

The smell is like

reading André Aciman

in the Summer, in Italy,

or my mother’s soft

“matter-of-fact” way of

reminding me that

good things take time

that tomorrow will have

its own flesh

A white moth flies

around my head and behind my back

A bumblebee sniffs the knee

of a tree,

while a bird zips past it

and over a small crowd of Spirea

The many birds chirp

with unlimited excitement

for this day

The sun’s light seems

to make them sing, holler

We got it! We got it!

All the light they couldn’t see is here