Bearing Witness
Please bear with me
as I stop
to watch
an elm tree grow.
Then watch
a nestled egg.
Then an eroding
stone ledge.
Please bear with me
some more
as in this measured way
I get through my day,
stopping
to venerate change
too slow
for me to witness.
Though tomorrow
I may notice
a leaf bud, or broken egg,
or crumble of stone.
Evidence
of what arrived
bearing
witness of its own.