most would consider my street simple, ordinary
— it’s a wonderland
the sun comes, spans the sky, sets in wild color
the moon a shy, unset singer
leaves spurt out of dead branches
grass and bugs zambra with the wind,
allowing themselves — to allow
dancing out their marriage-songs
and all these creatures swarm sidewalks
squirrels, birds, humans, dogs…
creatures of all ages — each a very different creature, like and unlike the rest
breathless, panting, crying this joy
if i miss it, miss the moment, i miss everything —
Brian Shircliff
