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Sunday Meanders

Ah, yes, Sunday!
A day of rest.
Church.
Knowing.

Contemplation,
A walk in the woods
through a forest of greens.

A day of high religion,
High-browed pontifications,
Full pulpits, uplifted faces,
blind followers of the faith.
Spiritual quests.

Knowing.

The forest is my church,
the trees my pastors,
ferns join me in the pews
we sing the hymn of knowing.

Seeking

Living

 

Dogs in the Wind

Just a breeze
but the trees bend and sway

Why? What’s up there?
A squirrel? Maybe a Possum?
Stupid, loud crows?

But no, Something menacing?
Don’t worry. Stand back.
I’m on guard.
The trees sway.
Door bangs.

No problem. I’m here guarding the yard.
Alert.
Maybe I should bark.
Again.
No.
Yes.
Bark.