Looking at Squirrels

Summer time with Kookaburra by Akuokuo Vallis

Fell into a sort of reverie — just now — playing with Kookaburra — in the garden — near the lilies — a little to the right.   Right over there.

The blossoms are all gone but the green leaves — those already-yellowing-green-leaves — are still here.

The tips are curled —  a papery brown.

And somehow that fragrance  — like the perfect daydream, to me — still lingers — quietly — in the air.

Lovely and all consuming — it’s more than a feeling.

It’s a knowing.

An innocence — that takes me somewhere

and nowhere

yet here.