On a day like today,
Sitting along last night’s campfire,
Life looks eternal.
The deep summer green,
The red-breasted nuthatch,
The ebullient squirrel,
The sun behind a high poplar.
The quiet updraft,
The last bits of June fuzz,
Ablaze from the inside.
To become thick with your surroundings,
it is imperative to sit for periods of time,
leaving your petulant thoughts behind.
But why befriend the air around you?
What if, in blending into what is here,
you found a way through the dictation of the day?
And into God’s leafy-love.