Perhaps it’s the way you’re willing
to ride an elephant anywhere,
or the way you’re always putting on
a new kind of helmet...
Perhaps it’s the way you tell us
about the straightforward paws,
the little muddy nest,
the trace of nourishing dust...
Perhaps it’s the way you let that seabird
take off from your shoulders,
or the way you dig fast
so that we too can see the golden mole...
Perhaps it’s the smile you have
for that little black and white bird...
Or perhaps for sheer joy.