The lovely songs of birds just chatting
—such delight in being. The various leaf
each tree sports, a lovely lace lifted
skyward in today’s gentle breezes
Off in the distance, acres away
the machine noises of man
(human ex machina)
The throated throttle of
single-engine aero plane
a piper cub perhaps
Its novice pilot
clocking hours
The soft cry of something well hid
The near-explosive silence of sunshine
Such pangs of joy
Another time-less moment
caught in blue & green
& all the other colors of so many things
in this world: tree trunk, roof, flowers
& red plastic cup
A melody of insects – just before
the show begins again
Let not the ache in my foot
or the favoring of my right hip
(injured so foolishly a few years ago)
curtail any of this move from mind to heart