by Nicole M Metts
I am barefoot in the park. Lightening blue dragon flies hang on the pond grass in the wind. A crow and two turtles poke their heads watching. By the cattails, a fish jumps, teasing a fisherman. No one owns this place but God, but I walk as if I do, exposing unpolished toes to cool earth, like animals feel, enjoying the sun warmed rocks, like the lizard and the turtle. Why are we any different?
“And God remembered Noah and every living thing, and all the cattle that were with him in the ark” (Genesis 8:1)
Nicole M Metts is currently an MFA student at Chatham University and a grade school teacher. She is the founder of Central Texas Writers Society and the publisher for their annual CTWS and Beyond Anthology. Her poems have appeared in A&M Central’s The Lookout, InSpirity-Art of Peace, Gingerbread House, Di-verse-city and many others. She spends her free moments exploring the natural world with her notebook and Nikon.