Poems From The Porch
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Therein Lies the Secret
The clouds are patterned like cotton balls today,
allowing only peeks of blue.
Two tan mushrooms, perfectly-formed and delicate,
as I stepped onto the wet grass for morning prayer.
I wonder what fairies are hiding beneath them.
There must be fairies everywhere
because there is magic all around.
How to take it all in?
the magic of fuchsia and yellow
the magic of softly tinkling chimes
the magic of the flame rising from the crystal-ensconced votive
the magic of a strawberry-blonde cat and a black cat,
each sitting quietly on my lap and legs,
asking nothing from me,
but relishing my presence.
And therein lies the secret to contentment;
respecting the delicate nature of each being,
admiring their beauty,
and offering not combat,