are we there yet

 

beginner’s mind 

wanders absently

windmills spin the green hills

milk sheep and milk cows

the sky tries another outfit

telephone lines hold up the earth

by the lymphs

otherwise it would collapse 

beneath a gentle rain

or the radiance of the image

why far away rain

like an unfinished painting

or wet mail

makes me wonder

what happened to country music

what about quick flirtation

like tumbleweeds 

the jittery grass

maybe this is it

hand holding in silence