Could It Be This Easy?
Could it be this easy?
The morning dove sings out
Some still slumber
Others have been scouring nature all night long
Every night, for years on end
Transcribed on paper
Bound in books
They thought they might find answers
A way through
They turn and look at their books
Trying to remember
How light falls in the forest
Diffused
Shimmering like starlight on an ancient sea
Now the morning grass is illuminated
The birds pay no mind to the squirrel
Enunciating her warning
This rhythmic conversation
For those who have ears
To hear.