the wind cleaning me
cleaning the river
throwing pieces of
bread into cedar tree
a chipmunk popping out
staring into my eyes
seeing its fast beating
heart under white fur

keep moving
the universe is shifting
keep being moved
by the wind

a fur bee
clinging to
my pant leg does it
think I have petals?
the beauty of its
wings the frailty of
its legs making me
weep nearly
all creatures precious
and connected to me