Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Trust or Fear?

they have claimed the pasture
these fawn twins

the horses have fled
down to the place where the water flows
and so the grass grows high
and extravagant

just right for nestling down
while mother doe
wanders away
on errands undefined

tess the cat
stalks ahead of me as we part
the lush green
sprinkler in hand

two heads
four dark eyes
startled are affronted by our presence

leaping one rushes
panicked into the dry grey juniper
rushing to disappear

one stands
and then steps warily

fragile legs unsteady
toward these brash interlopers

eyes meeting mine for a moment
before flashing away
all spots

----------------------------------  Part Deux

another day
clattering wild child races away heard
but unseen
but still one remains
alert but unafraid
facing known unknown
that he/she is safe
there nestled in the grass

the world in a pasture
some trust
some fear

some meet your eyes
some show you only their backside!


author of life

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