Where yesterday
there were no morels
today there are—
dozens of them,
small blond bouquets
in the grass.
I think about kindnesses.
How sometimes
they arrive
out of what seems
an absence.
How in that absence
it seems impossible
to believe that kindness
will ever return.
How delicious
the morels were tonight
in the cream,
so earthy, so rich,
so generous.
Was yesterday’s absence of morels due to their actually not being there, or because the viewer wasn’t seeing them? I suspect the latter is more common with kindnesses. They’re there, all around, but they’re missed for the looking for them in some other form, or otherwise due to the viewer’s perceptions/perspectives.
Ah Haaa!! I love this observation! In fact, there werenât any. But they have to arrive sometime ⦠and they did. What a difference a day makes âº
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