Inchworm

In the meadow near the woods, 
lungs full of the ancient air,
come so far, 
scent of strawberries,
my heart seems to twist a little, 
warming with love.
I sit here, beside Her, 
my spirit an inchworm on the ground,
making obeisance, 
praying all day.
Blooms of rhododendron, just emerging,
all new, sticky with pink newness, 
I adore you.
Wide-roofed mushroom, 
new today after yesterday’s long rain, 
I adore you.
What else is there to do?
I sit near the woods in the birdsong and the wind,
joyfully adoring You.


Annelinde Metzner
Sacred Mound
June 21, 2011