even at the park, the stream, the downs
the river, the sea…
The antelgopes and the lions,
the nettle and the nasturtium
the dark, the beam, the moans
the light, the seed…
It’s all there, right in front of us.
It’s all here, right within us.
An instant, a smile, a grain of sand,
A breath, a thought, a handful of dust?