By Carolyn Pinet
I sit outside Pilgrim this Sunday:
to my left a traveling man has arrived
from St. Louis,
and behind me a lovely, willowy girl
has just spied a ladybug in my hair
and alerts me - to what? -
something I haven't seen,
but a tiny, finely decorated creature
is making her way up a strand of my hair and
headed for some place I can't imagine.
The tall girl tells me she's soon
on her way to London, then Amsterdam,
then who knows where.
I can see how ready she is for her
global tour -
whereas I'm wondering about mine which,
confined in a smallish world with
Alice in a rabbit-hole,
seems to have shrunk.
Still, I'm transfixed by the ladybug
who, apparently,
is less bothered about her destination than
she is enthralled by her immediate surroundings -
my tresses,
they are taking on new possibilities
in this gold summer glow - look,
here she is, entirely immersed in her
novel and bracing Sunday morning pilgrimage...
With thanks to Pastor Laura's Awakened Traveler
Pilgrim CC, August 7, 2022