along the path
on our walk
by the river
these tin soldiers
lie napping
in the sun
as they
await their moment
to fly once more.
“adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”
-ralph waldo emerson
—
huron river, ann arbor, michigan, usa
today, mr. roger, our snowplow driver
came back to our room
and brought some of his favorite birds to meet us
these two are chickens named marco polo and maranella
and they are married.
his granddaughter has a chicken for a pet and reads with it
and he really loves birds
even more than snowplowing.
mr. roger even showed us some of maranella’s treasures – her eggs
and we had the chance to gently touch everything and ask all kinds of questions.
it was amazing because he knew all of the answers.
he sure knows a lot about a lot.
—
“if I hadn’t started painting, i would have raised chickens.”
-grandma moses
when looking at the trees on the kinder playground
it’s easy to see how tall the little people are
the green does not dare begin until it is
above and safely out of the reach of their tiny hands
even if they are standing on tippy toes
pulling, climbing, bending, picking, snapping
the trees do the math and live to tell the tale.
—
“trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.”
-zora neale hurston