DM Babbit Poet Prose Poetry

Sit With Me

Could you sit with me awhile?
	You need not speak.
	You need not listen.
Just sit and look, scan the yard,
	watch the trees as they shed their leaves,
	see the holly and its bright berries
	turning red against the green.
Watch closely and soon you’ll see a leaf
	floating gently to the ground
	and there on a distant tree
	a nuthatch flitting down the trunk.
Sit awhile.

I know your restlessness as the day moves on,
	so much to do, places to go
	being busy, obsessed by your responsibilities.
Just a moment longer please.
        Listen now, only a minute more
	this subtle quiet wakes your soul,
	it feeds your mind and heart.
It brings you back
	to who you really are.
	Do you feel it deep within your bones
	and recognize the you you’ve always known.
Please, sit with me, speak your heart and soul
         and 
I will do the  listening now.

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