I read a poem I love, and I hope you like it too.
The author is Robert McDowell and he gave me his permission to post it here.
Reminder
I remember running into his house on Ocean View,
Full of myself as usual, chattering on and on
About all of the important things I'd done that day.
George sat in a red wingback chair and listened,
Never interrupting, like a man serenely waiting out a storm.
When I ran out of things to brag about he said,
"Today I planted a single row of beans."
I felt so warm and foolish as he smiled.
I felt calmer, centered, good!
The poet's website is robertmcdowell.net and his most recent book is "Poetry As Spiritual Practice: Reading, Writing and Using Poetry in Your Daily Rituals, Aspirations and Intentions". I haven't read it but it sounds excellent.