Learning to Sit

Cool granite bench with celadon lichen

gently rocks under me.



Sun-warmed Spring Azure

rubs his lower wings rhythmically.


Mated pair of geese drown out
a camera club and the waterfall
. . . briefly.



Woodpeckers' aligned holes

for a giant's flute

slant along a hollow tree.



Only quiet enough to frighten wildlife,

not to see them

but to hear them

slide or splash into the water,

scream and dive under leaf litter 

suddenly.



Wood frogs sound like ducks
(pleased with my knowledge)
but today they are

ducks

not wood frogs

(easy to fool me).




So when I return home

from sitting

I will look up the Spring Blooming Arbutus

to see



if it is.