The peony spring-festooned with frills like a netted-skirt party dress
panting it may seem against the too-early-to-arrive heat
The grand mountain hiked summers bottom to top then top to bottom in return
feeling good next day’s exhilaration
the body cradled today close snuggled nothing else
no comparison to this pleasure
life makes sense this moment
grown now far away maybe even
but always and forever in the eyes of eternity
lovingly nestled.
*title from poem Velocity, by Billy Collins