brother fence

without the thought "i need..."

i see the joke.

are you kidding?

this rippling imagination...

lillies of the valley,
flowing vines swirling
over grasses and hedges in midsummer
pungent
breath

just this alone!

then,
a blue sky,   oh my!

the two(?) squirrels
darting  effortlessly,
bouncing from swaying branch
to branch after each other...

and
a rooftop!

oh what is this lovely thing
we call a "roof"?
between
me and 32 degrees,
between
me and icy water,
flurrying snow,
sunlight and starlight,
and neighbors' eyes...

is there
anything
more wonderful
than a "roof"?

oh yes, yes, yes!

that footprint in the snow...

i am not here alone

companioned by every single thing,
familied with the wooden slatted fence
once growing
flowing
breathing, too,
offering
my very breath

she
side by side

i cannot walk
one step ahead
or behind
"my" fence  (is it really mine...those trees freely swooping up into the clear air?)

i simply cannot exist
without every speck

all here,
overflowing,
every time i open my eyes
or
close them,
absolutely everything
i  need

without the thought "i need..."
the overflowing
hits me in the face!

a pie, honey!

so good
to see  it
at last