Is there any question the carpet of
leaves on the grass, on
the path has heaps to teach us about

spiritual generosity? Would you ever doubt
the great, beautiful elm senses your presence
from vibrations you make in the air?

I walk like this each morning,
around the reserve, across the bridge,
over the lake, feeling my heart open from her clasp,

thinking: if I do not see this again
I would surely die. And look! how the magpie
cracks the darkness and tears up the sky -- as if

last night he had dreamed of blazing
his own path, and is now
determined to make it real