a walk, in two parts

1.

I am surrounded by friends.

the hawk
the butterfly
the blue and blue birds
the sky
the chipmunk
and yes, the fly

Please don’t think I don’t love my human ones
they’re so dear
with their two legs,
upright torsos
and shining, mouth-opening faces.

These mountains are my friends
in the way that wisdom is a friend

and the wind and the creek passing through

I’ve never been fonder of the caress 
from a grass,
a lover so humble I didn’t see her

Enough for now to sit on this rock, my friend,
with the sun, my pleasure, at my back.

2.

This time, it was the wind
that made me cry or
maybe it was the cup
or Joan at my back
or the majesty of it all

and laughter 
for the blue of the feather
is the same
as the blue of the sky
the laughter is its sound