A Way Back to Wonder?

I remember being filled with wonder,

years and miles ago.

I believe there is a road back,

well, more of a path,

well, more of a faint set of tracks,

well, more of an inkling.

I sit very still and wait.

Nothing much happens, the world seems the same.

Silly, this, and yet I don’t move.

The hummingbird won’t land unless you are completely still. And even then, maybe just a fly-by, a whisper floated into the air near your ear as the hummingbird disappears into the magnolia tree.

That faint.

That is how you find an inkling.

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