Simple Pleasures by Kathryn Hegarty
The satin petals dance in a vibrant harmonization
Magenta eruptions foam to the top merging with whitened heavens
Lanky viridian tendrils creep silently, wrapping around my index finger,
And I am pulled deeper within this synthesis of everlasting joy.
The warm grass beneath me supports time and memories
The abrupt wind changes the chemistry of what was to what can be.
I lean; powerful muscles support the weight upon wrists;
With my head lifted slightly, I examine the sky and passing clouds above.
Inhaling gentle air, the wisdom of generations surges in my veins
Wisdom of others who have lived through situations much harder than my own;
Famine, hunger, freedom, wars, crisis, turmoil, adventure.
Children dance with colorful balloons that lift off suddenly to the open atmosphere,
searching new regions and new children to bring smiles to.
Parents and their pets run with little kids flying kites (that the dogs chase), or
kick around soccer balls that bounce and flip past tall oak trees, older than us all.
I sit relaxed and in awe of the spectacle before me
And how just one small moment can be the revitalization of one’s soul.
I sit awakened to the spirit of the simple pleasures that are abundant,
If only I (and those around me) are open to the possibility of their secrets.
If I am quiet, the words will be spoken,
They will slip and bleed along the page,
In a language universal.
A truth, for those willing, is available,
A truth beyond compare.
