To watch the sunlight journey in among the leaves of a tree,
or in the breeze catch its flickerings among the swaying of the branches,
the turning of the leaves,
and
the
touching
unencumbered.To rest the eyes a while up high on a limb
in the warming light
when the air is still
as the sun arrives
through countless panes
of stained-glass windows green.

But most of all to walk the ground beneath it all
through spotlight beams
and woven shadows cast
that take me by the hand
through kingdoms small
of light and dark
with boundaries vague
there deep inside Creation’s Finest Lace
that clothes the earth
in endless dreams
of life at peace.

June 1989