Keeping Watch

When beauty lets loose in the wake of a sound
and lifts her heels into turns –
what emerges?

I heard the wind
and looked for trees.

Smelled pine,
looked for needles.

Saw the dogs sniffing the ground,
looked up

saw a Great Horned Owl
Felt pain

remembering its mate died last Spring.
Remembered Spring,

took a breath of Summer,
and gave reverence to the passing of Time.

Am I doing enough?  Am I catching all the signs?
Am I doing too much?  Am I being present?
What is happening now?  What time is it?
What is emerging?

— 2011