Is it in the cool morning droplet
Slide fidget tumble splash
Upon the leaf at dawn?
Or the sparrow hopping with
A deft cock of her head
Along a branch as she whistles?
Perhaps the quiet rustle
Of the snake’s sine cosine through
Cool green grass and amidst
The prickles of a daring weed...?
And the lake, murmurring a ripple
As the dragonfly hops skids floats glides
Over lilies and floating yellow strands?
Or your mouth promising a smile--
No! a surprised hiss of excitement--
As the wind buffets a dark cloud
To its stage on sky
And readies itself for the silent warm
Explosion of gold betwixt limbs of
Grey and white and hints of blue?
There is a permeative diffusive peace
Which grasps the heart when
Caressed by the union of a
Perfect eye
And the sublimity of existence...
Who understands the magic?
