At creek edge, we lean to see
Green sheening of male
Mallard duck, mildly dipping
Next to his brown-speckled mate.
Red jewels of sycamore buds,
Sensual peel of flesh & bark.
Center-stage sun ignites our flow—
Silver flames of whitest fire
Dancing beyond reason—
Entranced by these elaborate diamonds,
We pull close,
Skin fully permeable
In our soul-shared magic experience.
On our way back I look down & see
The tiniest alpine flowers
No bigger than ear-plugs—
One more gasp
For this sub-set of the truly miraculous.