I’m excited you’re here. I’m excited I’m here. I’m excited there’s a here. This piece of the internet is meant for various shares of experience, guidance and presence mostly found from the outside world.
Breezing hum of the road,
Egret flies through,
Sun steadies up.
The light changes from silhouetting the oak tree to
Showing off its bark’s grays, browns, hues.
The squirrels will come soon then
The dog will careen towards the glass,
Barking shouting reminding them and us daily who the bigger better species is.
But not yet. They’re not here yet.
And thus the stillness before more sights and sounds, is, just a bit still here.
RESPONSE: I enjoy this a lot. A great poem can capture so much, say so much and be flexible to apply to so much. This is one of those