Playing in the Field        

Wild flowers
bloom
then scatter.

Wild weeds
grown tall, fill the field.
The snake’s tattered old clothes
at the roadside, toss and turn in the wind.

Look! Here and there,
all things shimmer in living–
A falcon, two wings outspread,
trembling, soars high.

In time, my body
goes, then rests again and goes–
A breath, heaving in my chest,
is the overflow of joy–
one step forward, and again forward…