No Small Thing !

Butterflies circling -

Playing in a spring garden 

Breeze cooling -

The hot flashes. 

The morning tea 

Brings on 

Freeway sounding distant 

Today -

I slept last night !

And dreamed of 

Many things. 

Workmen taking my 

House apart -

Termites 

Eating it -

There was a dog 

On my lap 

At a race track 

Don't know what to think 

About that 

The man-friend was there -

But distant 

I have a friend who believes in 

Lucid dreaming 

I think I've done enough -

For one day -

And would rather not -

Dream at all 

Some say the butterfly dreams 

That It is a human sometimes 

Or that this world 

Is a dream 

And we will awake 

Some day -

The Buddha was awake 

And then had 

So much to say 

About it -

I'm tired of talking 

I have existential fatigue -

Along with being 

Old -

But I can give thanks 

For this shade 

And this way 

Of being today 

Nothing hurts 

I have food 

And a place to stay -

The hummingbird comes 

Around 

Curious -

And several types of 

Butterfly's 

Play 

If I were a painter 

I would paint 

- today- 

As such -

I am thankful 

I am not -

What a lot of bother 

With brushes and tubes 

Of paint 

I am only compelled to 

Try to describe -

In words 

The glory of 

Spring 

No small thing!