RABBITS IN THE GRASS

 

On walks alone through

the old neighborhood

the sights I see cause me

to wonder again

about the nature of things

 

The question today is not

which rabbit chases the other

over the knotty roots

of an elderly elm

 

Nor the coos made

by doves settled

so softly, so peacefully,

in leaves and cool dust

in the shade of a curb

 

As I watch the rabbits huddle

in the deep grass, listen to

the doves in their seductions,

I consider the mystery of why

we find it so hard to love