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This Moment

This time this moment this now

of deluxe wild blissful contentment

I can put down to nothing in particular:

the unquestionable isness of it

the unabashed mmmm of it humming

warmly in my festooned heart

waltzing its way down to my toes

jiving up and out to the ends

of each grey and brown hair

on my one and only head

not to mention along the way

sparking up a plethora

of sweet little cells pockets

molecules neurons and protons

all smooshed delicately together

through choo-choo train tunnels of

veins and arteries carrying all

manner of whatnot to where

it once and for all belongs

smack dab squarely

in this luscious time

this delightful moment

this yummy

scrumptious

exquisite

now.

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Lost and Gained

Ripe this morning for

mourning old losses

after a few hours alone

in this old house while

my dogs get hairdos

remembering too well

those grievous days

after my mother died

and Henry and Didimus too.

I spent my time wandering

any place at all that I could

think of just to be free of

the empty house that now

buzzes with the energy of

Rufus and Miles.

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Rabbits

Two rabbits appeared in my yard

on Easter morning a rare

occurrence here and apropos

enough to be startling on this

particular day though they

carried no basket of eggs,

wore no bonnets, remained

on all four legs, wore no

pocketwatch across a portly front.

Just two plain brown rabbits.

Last year on Easter Sunday

I ate rabbit, a thing I had

vowed never to do, at the home

of my son’s friend Matthew.

I imagine I will burn in hell

for it, but not, I would think,

as ferociously as the cook

for I was just being polite.

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Life

Hurtling towards the earth

a life unfurls its tiny parachute

flies up again

floats gently down

to touch ground

rocky grassy jagged smooth

as chance will have it

recalls later none of this

so that the whoosh and shoot

of later leaving astonishes.

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Any Thing

On this day as on any other

any thing might happen

any gentle tender moment

crashing upheaval

tiny occurrence

crazy kerfuffle

loving alliance

unexpected rupture.

Any any.

But now this still morning

is whole of itself

with no need to move

or change one

smaller than small iota.

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Perfect Now

I walked that narrow path

along the creek

after three days away

Blue-Eyed Mary dancing

with Sweet William

two dogs racing forth

Kingfisher zooming low

I in my muddy boots

with the deep satisfying certainty

that every One, this I, all of us, were

precisely where and as we should be

breathing being blooming in that

exact and perfect now.