Perspective

I went to turn the water off
And a wee frog went climbing up the hose—
It startled me, mostly because it was dark
I didn’t expect it

Nor did I expect that hole in the ground
Would look so spectacular,
The chipmunk would crawl right up
My leg,
A month without email would
Be so freeing—and no one even died—at least
Not anyone I knew.

I wondered many times,
How did we get this way?

The frog could have cared less
That I was camping in an RV—it probably
Thought I was a bear—it sat still until
I moved the lantern. I thought I heard it
Giggle as it reached forward with its tiny toes.

Then, I realized that the volcano’s
Millennial sense of time
Made my email frenzied life
Laughable.

So, I thanked the frog, enjoyed the stunning blue view, then
Squished her perfectly browned
Marshmallow between two graham crackers—

And tomorrow, I’ll send you an email,
relax.

Crater Lake National Park 2010
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