stars up in the sky
here and there around the moon—
frogs down in the bog
Sometimes looking up at the sky at night there’s the moon alone but as I shift my focus slightly off to the side, I catch a star and then another star…and then another. Peering down into the pond, there was the bric-a-brac of water, leaves, twigs and stems and then as my eyes lingered, a frog appeared, and then another—one…two…three…five. Slowing down, taking my time, there’s more to enjoy.
