What Inspires You? Who Inspires You?

I knew what I missed yesterday morning. At the last minute I walked out into the amphitheater to catch the noise of nature before leaving for work. Last night I looked to see the forecast for this morning. Sixties and clear.

I forced myself up and slid onto the deck.

Six fifteen and the chatter of integrated birds made my heart grin. A light breeze queued up the sound of waves in the upper shelves of the row of poplars at the back of the field.

I brought a short stack of books but left it lie for a while. I caught my breath like an inhaled prayer and gave my thoughts to a quiet God.

Then a still small voice.

“You caught it. Your breath. I inspire you. There is nothing that I have not given you. Even the nothing before anything was…yes, all original. Even the spaces between the nothings, the darkness, and when it is so quiet the ringing in your ears rises to the surface, I Am.”

Thank You.

 

Can’ts and Ants

I can’t be a slob,
my desk is too small.
A working surface
must be free of debris

like a blank page.
So all the receipts
and bills and
pocket change

are swept and
placed in a disheveled
heap on top of
the bookcase

where bookmarks
stick out of poetry
and biography
and proverbs

that talk about ants.