Terms of Time

1.

I stop for an instant of eternity

on my sweet excursion

of morning walks.

A woodpecker landing near my feet,

wondering if my boots are tree roots.

2.

Squirrels and doves

pondering my unmoving state.

Sparrows chattering

at the top of an oak,

looking down on the stranger

dressed in unmoving ruts of wood.

3.

My eyes hidden

in wrinkles of thought.

World lit

by the past.

Dreams illuminating

terms of time.

4.

I have no lasting fears.

So I move on

scattering the birds

and squirrels with twitching noses.

5.

A gopher popping up

his head out of his hole.

Grinning at me

knowing more

in less

than I’ll ever know.

For I will fly

eventually.