A Fresh New Perspective
It is strange how your perspective changes when you move to another
side of your yard, another chair, or another picnic table.
I am seeing things I have missed seeing for twelve years.
A tiny blue gray moth is fascinated with my multi-colored sandals.
She is parading up and down on them, claiming them as her own.
I move my foot a bit.
She flutters briefly, lands again, claiming her territory.
A black dragonfly lands on the stack of twigs I am facing.
They are in my fire pit ready to be lit.
I could stay here all day, looking at my house from a new angle,
seeing it in a fresh, new way.
If the horse flies would leave me alone.
But this does not seem possible.
They are needing my attention more than a three-year-old boy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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