I
haven’t kept count, but all the “Pleases” and
“Thank
yous” probably made a difference. I
Know
for sure that the times I turned and walked
Away
led me to a different place. We never give a
Second
thought to rubbing our eyes, tearful or dry.
For
us, some things are lessons learned; some things
Come
naturally. I’m watching the sycamore out
Back
beyond the patio. It grew in appreciation
Of
the sun and rain. I listen as a mourning dove
Perched
on a branch calls out to its mate. Nearby,
Although
I cannot see from where, a cooing call
Comes
in return. Along with a measure of sunshine
And
rain, those countless “Please and “Thank yous”
Of
mine brought me to this place and time. I took
A
certain path some years back, and here I sit today.
Sunshine
this morning, last night, the rain. A dove
Calls
out from the branches of a sycamore to its
Mate.
With one more “Please” or one fewer “thank
You”
along the way, possibly I’d be seeing an oak
Tree
and listening to a blue jay screeching instead.
Chris
Hanch 3-7-17
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