tomorrow
“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.” (thich nhat hanh)
my shoes walked through a field of grass, yellow straw-like grass not yet awake, soggy in spots and i was reminded of my elementary schoolyard. sitting in the straw-like grass pulling it with tiny fingers to form a little bird’s nest and tying pieces of grass together to form tiny little eggs to sit quietly in the nest as i laid back and stared at the sky and dreamed of cracking open those eggs and flying towards tomorrow. tomorrow is here. i am still dreaming. remembering that first smell of sunlight hitting the grass melted from winter’s long escape.
when the snow is gone, i think i might sit in my backyard and pull at the grass to form a little bird’s nest and tie pieces of grass together to form tiny little eggs. i think i will carry that little nest down to the river’s edge and let it go as i lay in the grass and stare at the sky and feel the sunlight warm my face as i remember that tomorrow is here.
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