She always takes the high ground

wherever she can find it.

And when.

Lucy atop the lion’s head

or the bird feeder or

the strawberry pot.

Sometimes it is so hard

for wide duck feet to

find purchase on high ground.

Orange skin smooth

as summer sunrise

curled tight and holding on.

She knows things from

spending so much

time on high.

Really, she does.

Sometimes she says

God’s hand is a paw

Her eye is

this small, cool white stone.

Sometimes the Shekinah

speaks in a

boisterous quack.

You must listen hard to hear it.

With ears in the center of your chest.

And spend a lot of time with your

Head in the clouds.

Are you brave enough to

do just that?