itself; you sit with
numbing fingers
placing leaves to reveal
a sort and in standing
away are flocked
by pouncing colors; the
quiet blue tint of firs,
maples iridescing
red orange pink
as their orientations
to eye sky sun
rotate, so forth. just so
in city streets,
you come suddenly to
attent awareness of
the grid, the flows
of cars and scarves.
at a rooftop lunch
the sound echoing
from buildings can
be an echolocation
you didn't know you knew.
delight in this, and too
create it. attention
is not paid
but planted,
and grows to light.
after How To Do Nothing.
thanks to Iris for the lovely nails
and Kathy for the photo & goldsworthying