All morning
I draw
one Hosta leaf,
half-translucent in the sun,
a study of variation -
green and line,
curve and drape,
layers of light and shadow,
distance and measurement,
miracle in the minuscule.
I ignore all thoughts,
and the urge to give up being
thorough.
I draw till we're in conversation,
exchanging compliments,
arranging get-togethers,
sharing a cup of tea.