“A fire hydrant
in a cemetery—

observe. And then
nothing to say.”
                -Jennifer Kronovet, from “With The Boy, On A Walk,” The Wug Test, pg. 30

                Years ago a friend told me, “Some of my favorite poetry is the kind where someone says, ‘You hear this sound? I do, too.’” At the time I was confused. But now my beloved and I have rambling through our neighborhood, talking and quiet, motoring along and lounging. And so many of the delightful moments—and there are so many delightful moments—go something like:
                “You see that bird?”
                “Listen to that leaf rustling along the street.”
                “That green’s so green.”
                “Crocuses.”
                “A bunbun!”
                “Look at that tree waving.”
                “Want to walk a little more?”
                All these stitches into being here. And in being here, being. And in being, being together.