Bon Voyage

                              


A leaf sets sail  
on mirrored sky
to be reclaimed
by dust




Leaf dust
rearranged
greets the morning sun

Busy work

Sometimes

I act like the squirrel

in Mom's backyard

Scurrying back and forth     

So many things to do

Plotting to steal the seed

from the squirrel-proof feeder

Combing the grass for seed
when that doesn't work
Bouncing from tree to tree
Burying seeds and nuts
Chasing away intruders
Such a list of things to do
all by himself


Why is it easier to stay busy

than to draw close and encounter

the One who loves me more than life?