Like a small dog caught
napping in the sun,
A frog found talking too seriously
to itself in the beech forest
I’ve been spotted wasting time,
drinking a wine far too good for me-all by myself
Days past and present revolve,
a carousel of mirrors and reflections of
memories of memories
of the seamless time Before
For now, myself, the small dog, and the frog
will settle for this well-lived day
