macro lens
sprawled out in the sage
oblivious to the mud
he’s noticing
the little wonders
that go unnoticed:
raindrops on cinquefoil fur
snail shell coils in evening light
nodding blue-pink-purple chiming bells
I could shoot pictures like this:
he says
turning in a slow circle
finding treasures in every frame
he’s taking time to register
the incalculable beauty
of this dirt we call home
