It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
just pay attention,
then patch a few words together
and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
~ Mary Oliver
are the ones that mark time
(or so we think).
What about the whispers we miss,
and spirits so subtle
we don’t even know why we shivered?
~ Mary Tinucci, 2004