yellow flowers,
yellow bees,
bloom and buzz.
.
surely we can work together too….
someone
brought a snake into the house.
i know it didn’t arrive on it’s own,
for what would be the incentive to cross the doorframe, onto the cold tile –
not to mention- what use has a snake for a sofa?-
(which is where it was found,)
surrounded by cats and dogs and human…
clearly,
this was a gift.
but for whom?
the back door was open and the dogs were out…running….and barking….and chasing….
a cat?
so i called called them to
COME.
SIT.
and they all did!
(we are far more alike than we are different)
you may think there is nothing there…..
even if you can not seem to see anything there,
listen.
.
Into the space they flew, filling it up with their caws.
What spaces do you fill with yours.
this morning i did not shower alone,
in the shower was a small bug…
ugh.
while i respect all creatures great and small,
i prefer to choose whom i am naked with….
when suddenly
there is an anole in there too!
when i hear a cat on the other side of the shower curtain….
and then the dog comes in.
all of them were of course
naked.
.
How many other species did You see today?
How many were wearing clothes?
the old beagle’s eyes were fully clouded, but not his heart.
he snuggled up next to the boy,
the boy draped an arm over the tan and brown back.
both were safe.
both were home.
love does not depend on being a good dog or a good boy…
LOVE IS. it simply asks for an open heart.
two birds were on the stop sign,
one was chattering away.
the other stared into space.
.
i wonder if one understood a chit of the chatter
or perhaps had heard it all before –
or if perhaps had already understood the message,
but the messenger would not stop!
.
sometimes it is so hard to heed stop signs,
even when it seems we are sitting right on top of them!
she came running right to me,
sat and cocked her head –
her eyes. already big, peering out from the bottom of the jar.
“Please take this off,” she seemed to ask ,
as she wagged her plume of a tail.
“of course!”
her head covered with remnants of the grated cheese it once held,
i was grateful for the trust we had….
much more than the idea of whose cheese it was supposed to have been.
relationships are built on communication and trust,
not dominance and submission.
construction trucks go beep beep beep.
awakening me from delightful sleep and
the house is shaking from bottom to top –
oh when will this road work every stop!
then head to toe
into myself i must go,
and find my inner purr,
and
You.