Have you ever been walking when the sky opened?
Just this morning, on the rec path in Stowe.
The sky simply burst.
Rain pounded the canopy and me.
With the force of a waterfall.
At first, I struggled with getting soaked.
Raised my umbrella.
Aligned my feet under it.
Held it close to my head.
But the energy of the universe overwhelmed it.
There was nothing to do but yield.
Only then could I see the joy.
In thirsty shrubs, trees, flowers.
The ebullience of streams.
The shine of leaves.
For an instant, I merged with goldenrods.
Milkweeds.
Morning glories.
Purified, gazing at green mountains, heavens.
Washed, worthy, wandering.
And wondering, always wondering.
Lynn Benjamin
August 29, 2021