Rocking Chair

A deer amongst the vivid green palette.

A deer amongst the vivid green palette.

A poem by Valerie Labrecque.

The moment is calm,
sitting still on my rocking chair
looking at the vivid green:
the various vegetation
in their spring growth.

I wait.
They will come.
They will spark that morning
joy for me.

This is why I chose this view;
the rocking chair spot
that faces the lovely path –
seen through my window.

If I sat on the sofa
I wouldn’t see.
I wouldn’t see, what will
come to be.

It would be a connection lost.
An opportunity missed.
A different morning start.

But this morning
I choose this view.

I need not wait long.
Just like I’d invited her;
like she felt my need
for nature’s connection.
She slowly walks by,
along the path
in my view.

No hellos are needed.
No acknowledgments are needed.
I feel the moment.
I thank the moment.

Mama deer saunters by
amidst the surroundings
of green grass and shrubs.
But there’s more.
When she’s almost out
of my view –
I wait.
There may be more.
more touches in this moment.

Ahh yes! There are more.
The one-year-old deer
comes across the frame.
It’s her turn to share
this calmness and beauty
and to come within my view.

This is a complete
moment in time.
A wholeness.
A peaceful, joyful morning
for each of us.

Together and separate.
All at the same time.

It has come and gone.
Or has it?
This moment now
lives with me.

I reflect on it.
I smile.
I notice,
I am now gently rocking,
on my rocking chair.