All That Comes

With detachment and wonder I open
to whatever this day of my flying life
offers to my experience.
Fog makes mystery of the seaview
from the balcony I splurge to reserve.
Wind at the end of April in Italy
wakes me like Wisconsin cold.
The pottery bowl in Orsana’s caffé
brimming with cherry tomatoes on vines
nourishes my spirit eyes.

Feelings burst and move
through like weather fronts,
tears welling up on the train
when I am helped by strangers.
A museum appears next to my restaurant
and presents me with a Gone-Before,
the Donna of Ostuni, bones
of a pregnant priestess buried with tribute
28 thousand years in the past.

With detachment and wonder I open
to whatever this day of my flying life
offers to my experience.
My human view’s so short and close,
how can I
decide what’s good
or bad, or best, or less?
Today I don’t impede the flow
with small opinions on what is given.
Today I allow unfolding.
And all that comes
becomes a wonder.

©Susa Silvermarie 2019