SEAHORSE~ PICNIC

I sit on top of a wooden picnic table
feeling dazzled by blue cerulean sky,
next to this woman, my friend,
who’s a masseuse and a colleague.

Both of our mothers will die from cancer,
hers’ before mine by a couple of years.
Mine with red hair who loved people
and picnics on the banks of Lake Murray,
baskets of apple and blueberry pie,
German potato salad tasting
of vinegar, crisp bacon
and hard boiled egg.

Acres of green lawn spread out before us,
vivid with color and so alive,
the sky and the grass create magic and joy
as seahorses playful
astonish,
swim clear through the air.

This day, this moment
emanate love
as full presence surprises
and nourishes well,
all life’s elements
familiar being
happily here,
becoming themselves
in their particular place.