Former U.S. poet laureate Billy Collins, like all great poets. helps us appreciate that presence to roadside flowers teaches presence to life and to Love. Thanks to Karen York of Alive Hospice for bringing this poem to our attention.
These are the kind you are supposed
To stop to look at as I do this morning,
But just long enough
So as not to carry my non-stopping
Around with me all day,
A big medicine ball of neglect and disregard....
But now I seem to be carrying
My not-stopping-long-enough ball
As I walk around
The circumference of myself
And up and down the angles of the day.
Wild phlox perhaps,
Or at least a cousin of that family,
A pretty one who comes to visit
Every summer for two weeks without her parents,
She who unpacks her things upstairs
While I am out on the lawn
Throwing the ball as high as I can,
Catching it almost
Every time in my two outstretched hands.