This is how the world should be
I walk through the Sugar Maples,
introducing myself,
singing in wonder
to their elegance and form beyond my small human understanding.
I have been getting to know
Bramley Mountain, the Willows, the Meadow, the Delaware River, the Snails
and they have been teaching me about Love.
Love like my sweet nephew shows me
as we walk back from collecting eggs.
When I try to go home to make dinner
he stomps one foot, crying, “But–I love you!”
as if we should never be apart,
and I agree.
We should never part from the goodness of all beings.
The Hereford heifers moo outside my window
and the Field crickets chirp me into another night of rest, singing
this is how the world should be.