Meditation with Piper, prose by Alan David Gould at Spillwords.com

Meditation with Piper

Meditation with Piper

written by: Alan David Gould

 

6:45 AM.

Off in the distance, I could hear the monotonous drone of heavy machinery near the interstate. Otherwise, abject silence.

There are those special times when Piper fulfills her primal destiny and just sits, observing nature, still as stone. And when she becomes statuesque, I respectfully acquiesce and follow her into quietude.

Together, we watched 2 squirrels cavorting in the trees for a full 20 minutes. Their nutty chirps sounded like small bird voices as they leaped from tree to tree. A great blue heron divided the sky on ungainly wings. A flock of crows flew luxuriously by, telegraphing concise directional commands. Out of the corner of my eye, a dark form materialized down the street, but I turned to look repeatedly at only trees. Apparitions of the half light? The scene settled upon us both like a blanket.

And just like that, without a word, the moment was over, and we moved on.

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