The geese come close
They dunk and bathe
In unison
The goslings come close
Knowing you are gentle
And only want to admire
Their soft feathers
These are the days when the sun hangs high
These are the days the air temperature matches your skin
These are the days of sunlight glittering off recently unfrozen water.
The seasons cycle
Faster and faster
As you grow.
A woman wanders by
With a fuzzy dog
Sniffing keenly at the multifaceted smell-scape
Of the earth.
Alive on the perfect green-blue orb
You're suspended between trees
You're suspended between planets.
Out close to the earth
Your microbiome is replenished with the bacteria of the soil
Your soul replenished with the courtship chirps of many birds.
Flies dance
In the muck
On the shore
Of the beautiful lake
While you hang between glorious trees
A woodpecker scurries on the underside of a branch
Until you sneeze, and he scatters.
As you look, you notice a dead branch
Which blooms fungi.
The more you observe the ecosystem
The more is revealed to you.
Here in the sunned city
Nestled in the palatial houses
Among the polyphyletic algae
Stands a heron.
Her beak is long and speared
Her wide wings just cleared
The long grassy reeds
I sit quietly and still by the shore
While the geese hesitate around me.
Do you tire of the monologue
Echoing always in your skull?
Are you bored of this particular self?
Yes, but here
Among other species, you
Rest, satisfied.