I trust the moment and divine timing
I go in with a list, but the late summer harvest says otherwise
Allow your eyes to feast on the beauty
Pluck each fruit -  juicy, sweet, and psychically hungry.

I go in with a list - the late summer harvest says: choose me.
Beckoning long stalks of rhubarb, variegated red-green
I pluck each fruit - juicy, sweet, and psychically hungry
Speak to my cells of synthesis, transmutation and decay.

Long stalks of rhubarb sweet danger beckon
I allow my eyes to feast on the beauty
Speak, my cells: synthesize, transmute, decay
I trust this moment and divine timing.