nose against the glass…”Life lesson,” my poem

to get closer…

Why do we unlearn the joy

of pushing against the glass?

Why do we let slip that impulse

to get closer

to the fabulous new thing

just outside the window,

to lean in to that magic scene,

to get close enough to whisper

in that new squirrel’s ear?

Why do we learn to hold back

just that bit,

so a breath on a frosty pane

will hide the wonder?

Yesterday he pressed as close as he could.

Today I see again that small smudge,

his curious nose must have been cold

for a few moments.

I know he has so much to learn,

but some of it can wait for another season…

January 2, 2020

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