So I want to read, today, a poem by Moses Jumper, called
"Simplicity."
So if you have the book, it's on page 394,
if you want to follow along.
"The small tunnel, which the rabbit
uses for escape and travel.
The small imprints of a killdeer in the soft white sand
near the pond.
The fragileness of the newborn doves,
and how the mother puts on an act
to lure away approaching enemies.
The unity of the small minnows as they protect themselves
by straying near the shoreline of the stream.
The clear whistling sound the scorpion makes, to let one
know he's near.
The shagginess of owl's nest, and the neatness
of the hummingbirds.
The long, graceful jumps of the sleek, green frog.
The short, choppy hops of the lumpy toad.
The agileness and grace of the otter.
The awkward wing-flapping of the crane.
The camouflage nest of the mobile alligator, and the will
to reach the water of her young.
The winding tunnels that lead to nowhere of the sly red fox.
The abundance of life in the wet season, and stench of the death
in the dry.
The persistence of the mother hog
to nudge her young to make that flight.
I saw all these things and many more.
And I know they were right."