All The Gods

So many little gods and goddesses swarm our backyard,
I just call them friends. Rosemary, oregano, mint, dill…
not to mention the Morning Glories climbing the fence
like a choir stand, and the bush with bright dawn sky flowers
that seems to sing all year long from the corner by the well.
I was sick, and I’d run out back to stand with my friends,
and these little gods came at me with wrenches and hammers,
screwdrivers and pliers, to pull little parts of me quickly back
into place, so I could just stop and breathe easy again.
Oh, and the breeze would come, too, remind me air
itself holds a personality to be noted and appreciated
before you are lucky enough to breathe it in. The breeze
a powerful goddess that held its identity back. Modesty.
But you knew there was unimaginable strength.
Finally, there was the sun, who visited me, too,
when I so needed it, and asked for nothing in return,
but for me to be at peace…the greatest god to visit my backyard.
And I never could find a way to say thanks, not even a cup of tea.
I hope to write a poem one day that maybe goes through the world
like a sun ray, warm, free, relentless, purposeful, happy and welcomed.
Make no mistake; the sun is merciless. It demands our best.
“For what reason did I give you life?” is what we’re to answer.
And, I think, one day, we’re all to answer together, as one.
We’ll each yell an answer out, surprised we yell the same thing.