just a draft - original #1

morning with Lola and Lucy

It must have been their sharp peace
and silent receiving
of each fascinating thing

that the earth served—
scents on the breeze,
fresh growth at their feet.

I’m not skilled at hunting
the underbrush but
my native ears perked alike

at an audible shimmering high above—
the sound of salty foam
roiling on ocean sand.

Our senses sharply inhaled
a cirrus sky
filled by feathers and vapors.

All as one, they passed by –

a thin, pulsating sheet of wings
beating a shimmering lather
on a northward path.

My eyes lingered
with my mind
there

as I wished them back,
wished another wave
to wash over the beach of

my senses and remind me
how suddenly creation can surprise,
how fully nature’s favors can

please.

But my fine instructors
were already nose-down-

content again

with morning soil.

So I stilled my humanness

that wants what isn't

instead of loving what is

and returned
to the chilled,
punched steel

seat
where my body
rooted and welcomed

the task of watching
two dogs
sniff at the ground.