Camouflage

There's a spider on this tree.

I sat with it for about 10 minutes before I saw it. Then, as I got closer to it to examine its camouflage it further flattened its body out on the bark to blend in better.

Once she relaxed a little I slid in a little closer to check out her face.

I almost always try to look at the faces of insects, spiders, and all creatures because how they see the world fascinates me.

Her perfect blend of camouflage, vision, and strength gave me a lot of inspiration - I also realize I have a long ways to go to perfect my own camouflage.

Quiet Moment

Moments

I think of quiet moments

Of silent moments

Of moments within moments

Most every moment

I think of the ways

The space

And span

Of time

Are held within

These precious moments.

I listen for the well concealed

Silence

That echoes

At the center 

Of time.

I pay close attention

To the way the squirrel walks

To the wood thrushes

Fluteful song.

I have to be alive

To be held

In silent moments

Of presence.

I have to hear

The beating

Of my heart

And witness my blood

Pump

Like the vibration 

Of the cicadas song.

I have to feel

My lungs

Full with the breeze that blows

The waves of the water

Up on the shore.

Words

Fail to represent

That which I experience

In the quiet moments

In the moments within the moments

I think about.

~ Sarah Hubbard 6/4/16