by Gillian Nevers
I am so amazed at times that I am actually alive.
I have been eating grape tomatoes all morning,
picking the ripest from sagging branches,
plucking red fruit out of potted dirt. Seed and pulp
spurt, sweet juice floods my mouth.
I have accomplished nothing. Unless
watching the young dog watch a cardinal
fly in, then out, of the fountain is work.
He cocks his head to the right, one ear
points up, the other a soft fold over his eye,
and turns a quizzical gaze on me. Yes.
This might be happiness. A slow day.
A curious dog. This lovely letting go.
First appeared in Main Channel Voices