Seeing
What if…
Instead of seeing how the picnic table I plan to use is covered in rainwater,
I see the way the trees and sky above reflect in the droplets.
What if…
Instead of seeing the sticky stains of past visitors on the table’s surface,
I see the intricate mechanics of how a fly lands on the cornflower-blue metal.
Hearing
What if…
Instead of hearing car doors close and beep in locking,
I hear the recklessly soothing rhythm of the lake waves as they embrace the shore-
Again, again, and again. Tireless, relentless in their passion for land.
What if…
Instead of hearing voices and trucks interrupt my serenity,
I hear the sweet lilt of a bird’s song to me.
Feeling
What if…
Instead of feeling the hunger for lunch growing in my belly,
I felt the energy, movement, stillness, and breath of my body-
the strength I am blessed to steward.
What if…
Instead of feeling tension over what I could be doing instead of sitting here writing,
I felt the sun soak into my skin, glinting over my lashes, kissing my cheek.
Thinking
What if…
Instead of making decisions about a person the moment I see them,
I wonder about what they did today, where they are going, who they want to be.
What if…
Instead of worrying over what isn’t and what was,
I ponder what is, and move my thoughts slowly and hopefully.
What if… the world is more beautiful than I ever hoped for?

Instead of seeing how the picnic table I plan to use is covered in rainwater,
I see the way the trees and sky above reflect in the droplets.

Instead of hearing car doors close and beep in locking,
I hear the recklessly soothing rhythm of the lake waves as they embrace the shore.

Instead of hearing voices and trucks interrupt my serenity,
I hear the sweet lilt of a bird’s song to me.

Instead of feeling the hunger for lunch growing in my belly,
I felt the energy, movement, stillness, and breath of my body-
the strength I am blessed to steward.

Instead of feeling tension over what I could be doing instead of sitting here writing,
I felt the sun soak into my skin, glinting over my lashes, kissing my cheek.

Instead of making decisions about a person the moment I see them,
I wonder about what they did today, where they are going, who they want to be.

Instead of worrying over what isn’t and what was,
I ponder what is, and move my thoughts slowly and hopefully.
What if… the world is more beautiful than I ever hoped for?







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