I feel I love I live
I look I see I hear
I smile I cry I fear.
I dream I sense I need.
I touch I reach I hold,
I contemplate and behold.
I read I think I learn
I write I teach I give
and I understand and forgive.
I forget. And I reject. And I resist.
I decry and I denounce and I fight,
and I wrong and I right.
I long. I wish. I hope.
I falter I fall I stand.
I try. I fail. I land.
I take I make I breed,
I raise and I nurture and keep
not, but gently release
what I sow I grow I reap:
the bread the heart the hand
of time the gentle flowing sand
so that some day I may, I can, I will,
when the rest of the day be done,
breathe and live and become —
of the bird the wing and the trill
of the wind the sail and the whisper,
the wave and the salt of the sea;
of the hand the gesture and giving
of all but seed and fruit and tree
of the garden the lushness of living.
© Nina Light CC-BY-NC-ND
featured image: “Flowering Garden” (1988), Vincent van Gogh