Simplicity

The truest sense of self I’ve found
Is simply passing over ground,
Earth’s living shell. Each changing mood,
Each realm, each sound, each interlude

Is like a toy shop for my soul.
No want, no wish could make me whole
Quite like the air upon my face
As I look on and find a place

Beyond my starting expectation.
A tiny wren whose dedication
To its nest is worth far more
Than all else I may have searched for.

© Pam H. Murray

June 17, 2012