Have you stood
in an Aspen grove
small rain
falling
gentle wind
playing with strands of…
hair, with…
clouds scudding across
grey
horizons, with
hands in
pockets, in
place…standing,
watching.
I’m like that, I think
a wind shifting
leaves
flipping them
over
green
silver
green
silver
based on speed, direction
frequency
I am happy to be
here
there.
I am
happy to experience
now and
think
that tomorrow
is a different
now but the
same
as today.
Looking under leaves
I see
the other side…but
the same
leaf.