Twenty Minutes in Balance

First morning of fall. Please click and expand.

The field at the peak of its flourish,

asters and goldenrod over your head,

in a threnody of bees

spread a blanket on the path,

and be still,

waiting for something to happen—

it happens inside you,

wait twenty minutes,

transcendentalists say,

to enter a dreamscape

of your own projection—

nature never disappoints.