The Smaller Things

short poem with photos

It is time to focus on the smaller things.

The closeup view. My little corner of the universe.

A quote by someone echoes in my mind: "it is time to tend our own gardens"

My garden is frozen. For now, my tending happens by observing. Or touching the ice on the leaves.

I want to get close to the ground. I long to be grounded. Be still.

Or maybe I don't always want to. My legs get restless. I feel stuck. Impatient.

But limitation is also an Oracle. Or so the wise ones say.

Everything has its time.

Now is the time to observe the small prints.

To hold a small hand in mine.

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