Monday, November 1, 2010

the contemplative squirrel

she was the picture of serenity
the first time i noticed her there
perched on the branch
of the crab apple tree
outside my kitchen window
her back was turned toward me, but
i could feel the intensity of her gaze
as she looked out across the open field
her bushy tail hung limp...relaxed
gently swaying with the breeze
i had never seen a squirrel
sit so still for so long
i sensed a kindred spirit
the tree dwellers
are the solitary ones, you know
eventually she noticed me, too,
and we studied each other for awhile
now we meet most mornings
like two cloistered contemplatives
acknowledging the other's presence,
but not intruding...
both of us content to simply hold
sacred space for one another
in the great round of life

-stacy wills (11/1/10)


Kel said...

i heart squirrels
and your poem

Doe Grozs Art said...

I just love this perspective. Nice to come here and gather in your mandalas and words.. and even a squirrel :-)

Stacy Wills said...

i do love my squirrels!