"Breath Sonnet" - David Noah
Just breathing today,
a day in August.
Played the piano this morning,
worked on a painting last night.
Not hungry or sleepy,
no one I know has recently died.
The cut grass smells like a summer
in Texas, sixty years ago.
Other animals alive and nearby
also breathing, also at rest.
The dogs watch the sky and are content,
the hawk watches the ground and is content,
and in the fig tree the wasps
are busy with their flowers.