how do I miss it
again and again and again
the simple pleasure of warm sun thermometer registers 31
the dog scooping mouthfuls of snow toothy smile of this simple delight
the trickle of melt down the spouts small river running across pavement into side bed spring
small shoots call up believe warmer days
the tease of these sure signs each year returning before the factual return
this may be the only truth of life
humans need pay attention
these simplest registrations of light on earth of this home we need no other
nor to seek nothing
beyond the arms reach of perhaps a child’s hand a companions skin a dog’s leash