Close enough
to see the water
on a chipmunk’s chin,
Close enough
to the bloom
the honeybee’s in.
Close enough
to smell the orange petals
blossoming under your nose,
Close enough
to feel the spray
from the unruly water hose.
Close enough
to hear the muttering
of chickens hiding in the shade,
Close enough
to taste the fading berries
in the pie that was made.
Close enough
to see the new red birds
pecking together in the sand,
Close enough
to catch the invading snakes
with your trembling hand.
Am I close enough
to the life I am having,
or watching others living,
while my daylights dying?
Am I close enough…
