And so we trip along the paths of wood and meadow
taking in everything, the call of the pileated woodpecker
sending a ruffle of ahhhhh! through my body
the light in the trees the cool touch of the morning air
the rasping of cicadas, the scampering of my two dogs
the wild devotion with which they apply themselves
to this quotidian place as if they have never ever ever been
here before, as if every leaf and stem is brand new
as if Life itself has just this moment burst open in them
and sent them rocketing down the path.