the wind is at the shadows again
breaking into celebration

I am studying reflections

in the next room 
a small green lizard takes the sun 
on the old wood table

    the one I brought from home
    all the way from before my
    childhood and through that
    time to here and the lizard
    and the wind and
    sun

I am calm

the rattle is all 
outside
pattering in
chattering down

leaf in sun
acorn
rain 
on roof 
and walk

I look
pausing