the world can sometimes take my breath away
I’d forgotten this
58 years on and things seems to be balanced on provision and enough
yet today walking the dog
a rote route we both memorized long ago
instead of listening with buds popping
I saw
the yellow finches tipping head over heels for a drink
the neighbor around the corner and down a bit
smile and say hello
the passing car not so much get along
as draw near and see
these things take work
the years of
is this wisdom
trying to tease cynicism to the forefront
but when I do
oh boy
the world is a wonder
again
and it is enough
surprising