Backlit by morning,
the regiment of flowers
calls my attention uphill,

which necessitates

a certain slowing down,

enough to slip quickly

into another space

a space
where ducks live in trees
and bright blue birds
allow no one to pass
without alert,

where sprightly shadows
criss-cross my path,
sing-song as they go

where the whispers
of the tallest trees
dance and play
across the pond,


and the great ones
heron and egret
practice the
yin and yang
of breath
and balance


for a while

the other world

is silent.

Rewrite of a poem from April 23, 2017. Photo and Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. For more little poems like this, pick up a copy of EVIDENCE OF FLOSSING: WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND! Purchased your signed copy today! CLICK HERE

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