Sufficiency
I crouched at the edge of the narrow rivulet
Watching the tiny critters furtively forage
Among the damp driftwood and shiny stones,
Some surely glancing up and seeing my face
May have thought me their god, amazingly,
Or simply curious about life at a simple stage
Like humans might wonder if God watches
From some faraway star blinking back tears,
They thought nothing of me staring at them
At all. But I am sure they knew I was there,
Looking down into their most primitive world
Which, containing everything they needed
For survival, was sufficient for their wellbeing,
And thinking, as they did, their world sublime
Perhaps with basic creek babbling sounds they
Uttered a word of praise and thanksgiving
That, as I crouched, I did not scoop them into
The palm of my hand and quickly bring them
To an exotic paradise hence to suffer and die,
So, I bid farewell, arose, and walked away.
written October 23, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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