Nature on a Joy Stick

The squirrel's round white belly
Draws my eye
Small and silver
He stares
Before darting up a tree
Surprisingly agile

However

The robin stands proudly
Daring me to draw near
A rust colored, black eyed
Rebel in a bird suit

Whatever

My neighbor thinks out loud
That the grass is better this year
A wet winter, she says
Showing me her garden
In an expansive gesture

Somehow

I encounter no other life form
On the crooked stretch of sidewalk
Between her house and mine.
My chair hums, the tires lifting me over bumps
I notice the cherry trees are in full bloom
And cross the street to ride under them
Back and forth

Until

I feel full
Satiated

Nature
On a
Joy stick