Luca at Elk March 2006
You always know where the moon is
day or night you hold it tight
in your fingers small
this constant compass of your heart,
landmark of your journeys all.
Rain
falls into your smiling joy.
Another Nature’s toy:
Wind
blows your way
touched by the sun.
Stars sparkle in your eyes;
Tangerines sweeten your tongue.
Sitting on a tree branch is such fun.
On birdsong you walk along
in puddles you splash
in dirt you dig
tiny flowers you sniff
small stones you crunch with feet so inquiring.
Ocean waves
wave hello
wave good-bye
from cliffs on high
a tiny caterpillar you find.
When it crawls away you will not mind
for she will fly
to you one day.
That beautiful butterfly
knows you already
from that grassy place
once upon a time at Elk
when she was a caterpillar
and you were very little.
She flutters in your fingers now
as you release her to the sun
red and round
falling into the Pacific sound
sings to you goodnight
until morning light brings it to your window.
Off you wander into the world
to discover , to explore, to know
the more you go the more you grow.
The moon always knows where you are
night or day in its way
with you will brightly stay.