The sparrow is on the pulpit of a small branch

which curves up slightly at its end.

I saw it fly and land and survey what it saw

including me looking out the screen door,

caught by its flight and landing,

its sense of not staying too long.

Now, a robin walks beneath the empty

pulpit and likewise is gone as if the sermon

of the day has something to do with impermanence,

how a moment can fit together and disappear

without that sense of loss, of bowing at what’s

been given however briefly forever lasts.

Hootism– The morality from the earth is the basic one: if we do not care for her, she cannot take care of us. The implications are clear.

New book! Setting Moon Morning Twilight: Predawn Meditations soon to be released. excited. More to follow!