Frost on the windshield of my Subaru, March 10, 2010, 7:15 AM
My blog buddy, steven, recently posted photos of ice crystals on golden fish. He got me thinking about the last real frost we had here in California. steven, this poem's for you.
As if she were a master jeweler,
Gaia, worked through the wee hours
before dawn on March 10th
Her workbench was simple:
the windscreen of my Subaru
(a car named after the Pleiades!).
She feathered water crystals
Across the glass
With loving attention to detail
Was she simply bestowing upon me
A Random Act of Kindness,
A Senseless Act of Beauty?
Or was she trying to show me
That she could make miracles
From nearly nothing,
As if they were nothing?
Did she create such beauty—
Out in the dark,
Out in the cold.
Without fuss, without
Any expectation of recognition
To put a bold
Wonder in me?
As she spread her fine filigree,
Did she wonder—
Would I blindly spray
the hose or splash
a pail of water on her opus,
as if I saw her toil as
just another annoying delay
on my way
What Gaia wondered, I cannot say.
What I wondered, though,
If she can lovingly spin jewels for me
Who am I not to lovingly spin jewels for everyone,
Everything, everywhere, and everywhen?
"Generosity is giving more than you can. Pride is taking less than you need." —Kahlil Gibran