High Mowing 2005

to love the vibration of one particular string

to love the fleck of light that brightens an eye

to love the breath of the earth as it rises and speaks

Your teenagers

You think...
WHY won't they go to bed?
WHY won't they clear their dishes?
WHY do I love them wildly and unreasonably?

Then they leave you a love token in the middle of the night.

This is Mr. Moo.
He was created by my progeny to greet me in the morning.

Out of the chaos -- pattern.

Out of the pattern -- mystery.

Out of the mystery -- Love.