JUDITH

Sit and Gaze

 

My eyes are growing dim,

The birds landing on the front feeder,

Are shades of color and energy to me now,

The earth is having her crisis,

And I am having mine,

Will she survive?

Will I go Blind?

 

Who knows.

For now,

I will love and laugh with all my might,

And gaze breathlessly,

At the energy of this still January day,

Through the lens,

Of my open