I have learned not to reach out always. So many things are that way; one must wait for cats, and birds,
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,
Such blessings change me--
I am a still and shadowed garden,
where wild berries are inclined to grow.