We’ll explore life within us,
Where there are no limits.
Time holds space for you here,
By Earth’s love you are blessed.
Today we will feast,
Mother Earth will provide,
Spring greens and ramps,
Spinach, peas and arugula.
Goldfinch chats, egrets crossing the towpath,
They are gathering sticks for an eyrie.
Muskrat whiskers crease the canal.
Red-winged blackbirds exclaim the ecliptic.
Mankind’s pride knows no limits,
There are things to be proud of,
But today our assumptions are challenged.
We depend on the real, but inhabit the virtual.
You can unplug the internet,
But Nature’s batteries last,
They are charged with unstoppable sunshine.
Love’s display is a spectrum.
Be the rainbow! You are all of the colors.
Be magnanimous sharing your wavelengths.
Wisdom’s strength is in patience.
The rebirth of the Earth we await.
Earth is not an experiment.
This Spring fall in love,
With Nature and her recurrent cycle.
Our star’s brilliant sunlight and benign gravity,
Host an infinite well of potential.
This poem first appeared in Flywheels (2024).
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Fred Pierre writes short stories and poetry, which he performs at his local bookstore. His work has been published in The Elevation Review, Tiny Seed Journal, Overtly Lit, Dear Maj and many other online and print publications. If he’s not hanging out at the bookstore, you’ll find him hiking way out in the forest.
