You are here, alive in this place,
touching with sight
things that are smoke tomorrow
from Alive in the World
I could not capture the motion but all day the vent on
the neighbors garage has spun round beneath its little
cap of snow.
Two days of snow and the feeders and heated bird bath
have been the centre of attention in a cold and windy world.
And for me this is always a welcome site seeing that they
are here and things are, in this moment as they should be.
So the song is becoming as the world
becomes, and it can never leave us;
because we are the notice in its passages,
from Song of the Ocean of the World Becoming