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