ORPHEUS IN SPRING
Some people collect dirt from significant places.
Or spoonfuls of cloudy ocean inside jars.
Like amateur naturalists, they keep
these treasures permanently on a shelf.
Of course an amateur is simply a person
who loves, who brings love to bear
on a particular subject.
Returning from one trip I failed to bring back
a jar of anything. I stood outside my house
where white stitches of snow were dissolving
into the ground beneath the evergreens.
An unset moon floated over the trees.
If I stand very still, I do no further harm.
I am a tiny theater of non-harming. My breath
watches raptly. Sees how everything is still alive.
(Jenny George)
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Hermosísimo
Beautiful.