To go touch grass.
To stop tossing worrywart
Wishes down the future well,
Tucking my hands under my lap.
With a guiding pinch to my shoulder
Mary Oliver would ask,
Can you see those herons?
Watch them hovering
Over the waterway now.
See how their talons
Skim thin surface?
Like scratching glass,
Glistening in sun-stained shatter.
Do you see how those gators
Glide slow through the canal?
Going against the current,
Pointed grins towards the sky?
Did you hear those ducks drop
In sudden dive? The crash
Of wild splash. Just now!
Can you hear how the water
Wicks quick off their slick wings?
Can you hear the bubbling
Of their small bodies bobbing,
Snorkeling in synchrony?
Do any of these beings
Seem worried to you?
