Observing the movement of my hands that look so much like mom's hands now
placing them across my chest and feeling the pulse of my heart moving my blood up through my body feeding my mind
so I could examine the intricate delicateness of a Spring flower gently unfolding its gift to the bee who is making life sweeter
for the bear that roars until winter
when the snowflakes fall atop ancient fossil strewn mountains in single artistic creation of perfectly unique design
landing to create a white protective blanket existing in total harmony even with all their differences melting in cycles into drops of rain running down and quenching the thirst of the desert floors
forming an instant Universe inside a puddle along side a street that can take me places I have only visited in dreams
and I laugh at my first light's ponderings feeling very much the fool.
