Breaking Trance
It is raining lightly and the sheep are
standing still in the wet field, stopped
by beads of water from the sky on their
ears, their eyes, their mouths. They look
like statues breaking their trance. Alive
for the first time, they wonder, what is
this magical place where the very air
kisses you everywhere. Falling in
love with the world is like this.
Thank you for your wide open heart, eyes, and the beauty of your language. It’ s truly inspiring.
I particularly like “what is this magical place . . . Falling in love with the world is like this.”
Yes, it’s exactly like this.
Thank you for a lovely spring poem.