photo taken by Karen James
Calypso bulbosa
A tiny orchid lifts its small cup
to the world. It is only by luck
that we find it, absorbed as we are
in talk of anger and shame, rushing
along the path like sycophants of time.
But grace has a way of finding us
when we need it the most, inviting us
to linger, to stop, to sip beauty, to marvel.
Light sifts through the forest canopy
like a golden shuttle on a miraculous loom
in which we are two threads in the one
great cloth. It seems likely we will leave
this enchanted hour, but for now
this bright cup, this radiant pause,
this intoxication that makes us forget
there is any other world but this.