We are all
molecular beings
magical
cellular happenings
It’s a knowledge
we carry
in our bodies
Only rarely
do we let it
become our reality
let time
and space
slide away
open ourselves
to all that is
The snow is gone now
a carpet of green
is pushing through
hard winter ground
intent on survival
A cold sun
and a damp earth
enfold me
where I lie
on an empty field
beneath a big sky
watching
grass grow
Lovely. Intent leads the way.