Two squirrels give chase
up and down the black walnut tree
where they were born.
How many generations of squirrels
have nested in that old tree?
I am told that the leaves of certain trees
will turn themselves over in
anticipation of a storm. Why?
And dragonflies live underwater
for five years before surfacing
and being dragonflies, only to fly
and mate for a single summer!
I could spend a lifetime looking
and learning and yet what I’ve
gathered by the time I go could
easily be likened to a single
strand of a dandelion puff
in the grand scheme of things.
And so. How could one ever
be finished with this world?
Or grow tired of it?
I hope I never do.
