Steal This Hour

Watch the clouds swell, cows drift across the yellow hillside

Watch the inky hawks circle and circle over blades of grass waving in the field

Watch the squirrel flick its tail, clasping tiny fingers around a newfound acorn

Watch the flies zig and zag like magical green jewels

Watch the line of ants stream upward from a tiny crack in the pavement

Watch the shadow of a live oak stretch over grass as the sun dips lower

Watch your reflection, so still in a small puddle on the gravel path (the remainder of an earlier rain)

Watch the glinty sky-mark of a passenger jet traverse the great dome of sky

Steal this hour

Then watch and watch and watch

Nothing to do but watch