expectations
seemed to wait for us below the trail,
at the top of a steep slope
on which the ewe nibbled grass
and the lamb tried out sage,
enough protection for the mother
so that she came close to us,
and I snapped photo after photo
to capture a bit of these animals,
wild and true to themselves,
and no wolves appeared, no moose,
no grizzly except in the far distance,
I thought again of how important it is
to not expect too much, too narrowly,
yet it’s also important to have
a plethora of expectations, hopes,
so that when something is revealed,
we are ready to notice,
and then to appreciate it.
by Henry H. Walker
June 23, ’13
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