Mindfulness

Somewhere, a Blue Flax cluster blooms. Their beauty lasts but for a day Then die in the sun unobserved. Someplace, an old man lies dying Alone in the dark with no one To comfort and pray at his side. Oftentimes I amble in fields Searching for this blue wildflower; And like Meriwether Lewis I on occasion find the plant; When I do, I quickly bundle A large bouquet and head for home. This time they are for my neighbor: A man of eighty in poor health. “Morning neighbor, have you a vase?”