Your head in the blue sky
your feet in the blue lake
your back at rest against your pack.

You are a mountain
of food for two ants
crawling up your arms.

You are an invisible speck
for the juniper Pine
clinging to the top of the granite cliff.

You feel the cool presences
of ants, lake, pines and cliff
as a single white cloud casts a shadow.

Your own presence
among this plentitude
quite natural and unremarkable.

Franz Spickhoff
March 2017

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