Each day the sun rises over our Lake
The birds make their proclamations early
The conductor wind negotiates an intermezzo
And one notices such things
And stops to tell God
Thank you.

I have a relationship with mountains and trees
Embrace what I do not know
As much as what I know
And tell you our friendship
Is an intimacy
With angels.

Questions beget more questions. What and where and when and how. What good is my knowledge? Where is my soulmate? When will I love someone with all my heart? How long will it take?

Pidgeons are evenly spaced on a series of lamp poles. There is order in the universe.