I have learned not to reach out
always. So many things are that way;
one must wait for cats, and birds,
and berries.
My coffee is long cold, but
I am watching your granddaughter.
She sidles up like a crab,
she uses her eye like a fish, a horse,
a sideways thing .
Her fist pearled in my palm,
she curls like a ribbon in my lap,
and sleeps.
Such blessings change me--
I am a still and shadowed garden,
where wild berries are inclined to grow.
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