Miss Mouse comes out faithfully every night
when I am watering the garden,
making sure that I see her
as she walks up the same garlic stalk
night and night!
It’s been a loaded summer,
our intoxicating attachment to “story”
mine , yours and everyone’s.
But nature insists that we learn
the most basic of truths
and most of us do it the hard way.
They say that you’re not ready to change
until you “bottom out”.
I like the word “bottom”.
“Sandy Bottoms” is a place my dad
used to grab a beer and a gruber sandwich.
The medicine of mouse
is to pay attention to details
but not to forget the whole.
Our journey is a circle,
no beginning or end
but we sure do make a lot out of it!
One thought on “Mouse in the Garden”
I love your little mouse. Actually I am charmed by the whole painting. I keep seeing moose at Lindsey’s. Wasn’t it an elephant frightened by a mouse? I wonder about moose and mice? To be so small as to walk on a garlic stalk, and to do so with aplomb with giants all around. But then that’s her world. So many realities.