Empathic Poet

Skimming slowly through the grass, feet bare -
In a meditative state with the nature sounds;
Lost in my silence, not expecting you there -
And then your energy suddenly surrounds…

My eyes wide open, I see your bare foot -
Only half an inch pointing toward my own;
Just in between, a four leaf clover as if put -
By your hand, into the ground, sewn.

A warmness comes as I hold the clover -
Memories swirl of a much different time;
Brought to a halt as if all was over -
Enchanted, as I enter the sublime.

A miracle accepted, though not expected -
I go back to my enchanting, inward escape;
Then, around the corner, your foot resurrected -
And two more four leaf clovers take shape!

I expected the three for the boys and me –
Delighted you chose to acknowledge us all;
Then, my sweet girl screams with delight –
As she runs giggling toward me with her doll.

“Look, look! See what I have!” -
Squeals my excited little bumble of energy;
She holds yet another four leaf clover –
I am amazed by the miraculous synergy.

Just behind her, I hear your laugh –
So uniquely you, even from there;
Tears streaming, I am so very grateful –
You have brought the peace of my prayer.

Beth Layne 2009