A cool wind

moves through the trees

encircles everything that

has been soaked with rain.

Its quiet breath

cools the wings

of a resting bird,

touches the ends of a squirrel’s fanned out tail.

Great dimpled puddles

shimmer like reflecting ponds.

I walk through the grass barefoot

for no reason other than to

reach the puddles

that amazed me once

with childhood wonder.

My naked feet skim the top of the shallow water

then become submerged

in rain and soil.

It feels like standing in an  ocean

with the sandy bottom

cradling my feet,

moulding them like potter’s clay.

-J. Hamilton


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