The Meeting Of Worlds

by Viktoria Vidali on April 24, 2017

in General,Monthly Post,Poetry

It is no longer impossible to imagine
wild animals befriending Saint Francis
among the sloping olive groves of Assisi
that overlook Spoleto Valley.

A mother robin has hopped
onto the patio that overlooks Ukiah Valley
inches from where I sit in reflection
with my morning tea.

A hummingbird sips nectar from button blooms
of a nearby dianthus as two long-eared hares
feast on treats scattered for them
along the garden shed.

I hear skunks rustling in the scrub oak, croaks of tiny frogs
buried halfway in humid flowerbeds …
even the houseplants broaden their leaves not to miss
the wistful harmonies I send from the piano into the night.

Where do our worlds meet?
On the waves of sweet melodies or in stillness
graced by pure love seeking nothing other than to be
given wholeheartedly without condition or hurry.

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