Friday, May 27, 2016



The earth is alive
all around there is singing
the voices of chickadees
a robin
a stream of water

The glowing silhouette of tiny insects
flutter before the setting sun
they all have a place to be
I wonder where they go
I wonder what they do
I wonder what they see.

The orange sun falls lower in the sky;
and just above the fence it greets me
a good evening
a good night
It's bright and satiating and
fills my thirsty body with light

I breathe in
the world around me smells so green;
the grass is dewy
the ground is soft
and beneath the lilac tree
somehow I'm home. 


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