by Mary E. Lowd
The squirrel is of the sky
Belonging in branches
Stretched wide
Jumping from tree to tree
The otter is of the water
Pulled by tides
Floating trance-like
Or splashing playfully
From river to sea
What games transcend
These natural lines?
Falling leaves and swirling eddies
Sending creatures beyond
Their inherent inclinations
To discover
A closer connection