Still

Still / Linda Lobmeyer

I am
sitting still,
now
an act of great will.
The season’s change
giving me calm
courage to be
useless in the cool morning air
of October
underneath a hackberry tree.
I am
so still,
the birds’ rustle
among the drying leaves startles me.
Each robin furiously harvesting
berries, them that I have never
considered, never watched
their harvest colors

pick                   pick
                pick
and 
                  hop
hop
        hop

with all of their autumn
kin buzzing, gleaning,
and storing.
I am
a lightsome still
creature below. I neither sow
nor reap, but sip
hot coffee, letting them
and everyone be.  

Still: Copyright 2023 by Linda Lobmeyer. All rights reserved.