you move so quietly, I almost miss you.
first, there was an otter – playfully rolling around, moving under the fallen tree that is now a bridge – unaware.

the western wood peewees call their name.

and you move quietly along the fallen tree – concealed by grasses

concentrating on the water

focusing on a swirl of baby nutria

in the evening sun, you settled

and then you saw me

you thought

and accepted my presence

and after some time, you got up

and moved into position

to settle in again for night

I faced east and watched the sunset in your eyes.

you yawned – as it was time for you to rouse

I whispered goodnight – grateful for this moment
