Poetry of being in today…

today, i talked  Soren Kierkegaard with a local priest,

caught a paper airplane in mid air, and threw it back

tagging a local  daughter’s neck and said, you are special

thanks for throwing that plane my way-we were kids again for second.

i also saw a hawk, which landed on our tree, and

i walked my dogs in wonder of them, and their ways…

i looked into a friend’s eyes with true care and wonder, and meant it,

and felt the wind on my body, mostly my neck and arms, and paused

considering where it came from—the distance wind travels.

It was a good day.