the dog, the tree and a squirrel

so you push the window

open, look out across

the meadow to the

end of the clearing

where the trees begin

to come in thick again

and the valley slopes

towards the west

following the edge of

the last ice age where

only time and persistence

mattered

then as now

time and persistence

the precipice of

everything and nothing

and to realize the one thing

we will never conquer

is simple math, with

the sun rising

and setting everyday

as constant and present as

you standing at the

open window the

view of the meadow

and the dog below a tree

watching a squirrel

scream and yell