Survival Instincts

Dear God

If you’re a believer

then this is not addressed to you

This is to the Holy Ones,

who can take credit for this shocking sweetness

The way the warm air welcomed me out into early evening

scented as it was with summer and the sea

is that plumeria and

does the ocean breeze come all the way up here

so it seems

The backdrop ridiculously painterly

all the rainbow’s hues are in play

the golden yellow daisies probably have another name

but would smell just as sweet either way

along side the towering lilies

baring their reproductive finery so boldly so luringly

inviting birds and bees

hummingbirds chirping their appreciation to the bella donna, their fuschia, their pink

their promise of sugary nectar accordingly

A bouquet of little gray birds swell into a full bloom

their song a perfect serenade to the perfection of this scene

I am not a believer myself in the grand architect

I utter The Lord’s praise quite accidentally

Instead, I will have to thank each of you personally

You flowers, you birdies, you gentle breeze

How did you all conspire to bring me so much immediacy

Touch me so immensely,

Your survival instincts have certainly served you

and are now serving me

Darwin, is this your doing?