i’m sitting on sun-dappled deck
and breathing in the breeze
as birds are flitting up and down
and hiding in the trees.
the hummingbird holds still in space -
vibrating with his all
while titmice and nuthatches take their share
(but don’t take all!)
i’m deciding what to do
now that my path has changed direction
from instructing and enjoying youth
to old age and reflection.
i look into these glowing woods
this morning and I see
a path into their secrets
-and that path-
it beckons me.