“Keep close to Nature’s heart…
and break clear away, once in awhile….
Wash your spirit clean.”
– John Muir
Camp chairs on the banks of a pond,
under an oak yet to give out Spring’s leaves.
Gray overcast makes the canopy a stained-
glass. Looking up I watch angelic hosts rising
and descending upon branches. A Tufted
Titmouse hops lower and lower – to a limb
five feet above me – to deliver the annunciation.
Warblers keeps the ants at bay. A Downy taps
out the Stations of the Cross. The Bald Eagle fills
in for the Holy Spirit, casting the Great Blue Heron
from the heavens. A Blue Jay celebrant leads
the Exhortation; the Red-Bellied Woodpecker remains
I’m not dressed for church.