Looking for Wonder

Is it the ducks

returning to muddy banks

Looking for ground?

Or the leaves

returning to branches

Looking for sun?

Or ripples of water

returning to stillness

Looking for calm?

That play with my unsettled heart?

in this moment

returning to hope

Somehow in the looking for wonder?

Somehow The Wilding

of this new late winter day

takes up residence in me,

with all its delicate furniture

of the forest, pond, bird, mud, leaves

and I can only make room

for the inhale &

long exhale of Winter sky…

Perhaps, Clearing space

for the coming Air of Spring in me