Peeking out of my world
and into the words
I see the onlooking trees
protecting
the white sky sheltering
the barely green leaves
like me,
knowing inwardly that
the afternoon wears on
and I sign the reasons for my being
upon this musty plain
My reason for being
beyond the sounds of words
now that chores are done,
is the way I am seeing
and what can be spun
A reason for sharing
and realizing all
in a manner of giving
as life's knowing
calls.
phoebe