of a snail, a millipede
as we go up the steepening cove
through lush fresh growth,
all luxuriant in its tender green and beautiful flower,
two of my kids, just behind me,
find a snail, then a millipede,
and each carries the treasure with them
as we climb up to the great poplar tree, our goal,
they talk to the little creatures
and comment on nips, poop,
and how to keep them safe,
how marvelous to find wonder
in the treasure of the very small, the transient,
and then in the very large, the enduring,
all the while the trees drop
silver bells all around us as we climb.
by Henry H. Walker
April 17, ‘15
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