Witnesses

what a luxury 

and honor i feel it is

to bear witness———

the most mundane of events 

The clouds shifting while I stand in a parking lot

Nudging me with the reminder of passing moments 

The leaves on trees, still, and yet?

They seem to have a desperate desire to offer us a hand painted image of God

And a squirrel, 

Slowly climbing up a tree

With a knowing (nothingness) and innocence I have found myself fondly, and frequently praying for ;;;;