You are in the waving limbs of the pear tree in spring the inquiring yellow eyes of my cat the majesty and vastness of the roaring sea the lively brown eyes of my lover the soft sobs of saying goodbye to his precious wife after illness the soft hop of the toad the light of the fireflies the moments of their darkness the birds who dip and drink from small puddles of collected rain the male cardinal feeding his mate you laugh in the giggle of a toddler and abide there in his tears you are the unrestrained laughter of a wife at her husbandβs clumsy goof the closing off from those we love and the unfolding of life in isolation you are my higher power beyond even the strongest moments of my fighting ego as a swift wind swaying and singing with the sage and dancing with the sunflower stalk in spring you show me how to wait how to breathe in the peace of dawn how to be.