Feet on Earth

In the negative space

between the redwood trees

And the moments

between moonset and sunrise

It hides

It begs to be found

As it makes your feet cold

In January river

Or the moment

the hummingbird

perches- for an instant

And those who don't seek

Never have the chance

To find, and they won't

Experience

the morning dew cleansing

Their hearts as they roll in the grass

Or feel the soul of the lizard who

Stops on a path to meet

Their eyes

And it leaves me only to wonder

What they whisper of

When they die