Mediocre Mediation

I allowed my soul to jump among crickets
I allowed crickets to jump upon my soul
Sitting under a broken oak by marsh and thicket
My non-existing mind wondered to and fro
I heard invisible birds sing songs so silent
and crystal clear silence singing songs so loud
I saw trees reaching for the violent sun
as the sun played hide and seek behind the clouds

by John Zeller

Comments (2)

The marvelous mystery of nature, within and without, you've expressed very well.
Lovely poem, John. Thanks for sharing. Peace