shaped stones set
locked in a Whole
flattened surface
perfect for human
feet to move across
   stumble-free
   
and i never can decide
whether transformation
inevitably muddles
for the better path
   or simply
offers unbounded
   alternatives

i wish you could
hear the birds
as i hear them
as we might hear
language in sound
   all around
the little yard
we are visiting
   mostly unseen
by anyone, hidden
in the lush green
yet never perfectly
   safe
in a wondrous convergence
of all our divergent need