Herbs in My Hands

These words poured out the other day after I picked herbs

from my modest backyard garden....

Picking herbs

from my garden

flourishing --

so richly green,

growing upward

reaching for the sun

now laced

between my fingers.

I notice their

sweet fragrance

captured in the breeze

then on my hands

Cilantro

Basil

Mint

Rosemary

Lavender

Oregano

such a statement

you make

so fresh,

so strong,

so lasting.

As I touch

both hands to my face

a slight fragrance

still there

fills my senses,

and I think

about my life

my ways,

my thoughts,

my words…

May I, too,

be like

the herbs

in my hands,

breathing out

a sweet

fragrance --

fresh,

strong,

and

lasting.