The scent of lilacs in front
of your nose as you sit
on a park bench. The flow of

water

spilling down and down
into each of the seven pools.
The morning breeze breathing

slowly across your arms.
The birds you hear
but don’t see. Trees

everywhere. In fact, every
single tree you’ve ever met.
One brood of ducklings following

their mama into the lake.
And a raft of them
already swimming with theirs.

Spotting a pond
through the woods.
A slight bend

in the trail. The high contrast
between leaf and bark
against the sky. Remembering

to pause long enough
to catch and release
all of this.