Innocence

Ok, this week's poem is a bit of a cop-out; I didn't write this one. But hey--at least I didn't pretend that I had written it. It's quite lovely. Enjoy!

Innocence

Innocence sees that this it is, and finds it world enough. Annie Dillard

At some point you make peace with it
Your life as it is, with all it offers you

Like an early evening walk, half moon
Hung on the tiger lily sky

Black cows heading to the barn
Bemoaning the end of day

Hundreds of blackbirds screeching
Live as the wire they perch upon

My long-time friend zipping by in her van
Waving. It’s after all the whining

And stomping of feet, of course. After dreams
Blur with life. After the pin-pricked

Pop of the inflated ego. A joy
Mysterious. A humble innocence.

~Julie L. Moore