Warblers chatter outside window, deep in the woods.
One never sees warblers amidst summer greenery, amidst tree leaves.
Take them on faith.
Next to our bedroom, outside, grows water hemlock,
Don’t ever drink her tea.
Don’t ever grow too comfortable with what you assume you know,
your easy everyday friends.
I’m thinking of dissolving this blog tomorrow or the next day,
an example of impermanence.
The water hemlock laughs.
Poison heals or kills.
Our best friend hovers between forever and gone.
Warblers continue to sing.
Would you, if you understood how fleeting this moment