count on
when people you count on
Disappear
you have to count backwards
and then in skips
and then in jumps
you have to count the white Four-O-Clocks
the magenta Prickly Pears
the ever-elusive Indian Paint Brushes
and the Chollas in bloom
try to count the Bees kissing the Datura
the Ants crossing the road
the Ravens ardent calls
the Jays cryptic answers
don’t forget the sips of your coffee
the lines in your palms
the faces in the rocks
and the ripples in the pond
there is too much magic in the Sky to count –
Clouds morphing into mystical creatures
but you should take a moment
and watch them change shape
then you can count –
your changing
you’re changing too
you count
the strokes of a pen
the words on a paper
the pages of a book
the flapping of wings
the claps of thunder
the drops of rain
the ticking of silence
the flashes of smiles
the beats of your heart
when you can count on no one
you can count on everything –
count the things you don’t know –
the steps you have yet to take
the gifts you have to share
the places you could go
the tickling joy
the swallowed tears
the avoided pitfalls
the everything you can still –
See and Do
Hear and Touch
Taste and Feel
it’s a lot
I’ll count for You
You count for Me
count on
~mz
