Presence

I have sat
with nothing more to do
than watch two lizards
roam the trunk of a walnut tree.

The time
was either after
or before.

Hearing last year’s leaves
caught
in briars,
while bumblebees chased each other
senseless.

Down the fencerow,
redbuds,
a few fallen sassafras limbs.

Even so,
with the little my presence
gave to the scene,
all of it
was masterful.

The slow decays, the twigs
still as souls
on a flat rock.

How
my bones turned hollow,
I was caught up,

I was cast…

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