NOT AN EXPERT

NOT AN EXPERT

 

I am not an expert on the stars or the flowers.

I can’t think like an expert does.

I am not an expert on the stars or the flowers

but there are times…when I wish I was.

 

I used to dream how great it would be 

in this wonderful world of ours

to be a botanist who knows the flowers…

or an astronomer who understands the stars.

 

But I never got to be an expert.

An expert my parents never begat…

No…I have never been an expert

and I’m okay with that.

 

Because there is a distinct advantage to now knowing 

everything in sight.

It means I’m surprised most every day…

and amazed most every night.

 

I don’t need to know every constellation

to experience the wonder of a planet or a star.

I don’t need to know the name of every flower

to see how beautiful they are.

 

When I walk among a field of flowers

In a morning or afternoon breeze

I only think how lucky am I to share this beauty

with the butterflies and the bees.

 

Every now and then, only for a moment, I envy the experts

who have within their power

the name of every constellation, every star

and every flower.

 

And every now and then…

as I allow my untrained eyes and heart to wander free

I wonder if, only for a moment, 

those experts don’t envy me.

 

 

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Thoughts I can identify with

I can identify with this poem. I love the beauty of flowers, but I could only name the obvious ones. I also love the beauty of a starry night, but I could only identify a couple of constellations.