Bob, don’t be such a big bore!

The humble water that Mazie pours
for the garden bird baths does far more
good than all of your crafted water words.

And yet, if I were to insert a quick pinch
of verbal seasoning to the stew, I’d say:

Life’s magical display, this immense universe
overflowing with every kind of fascinating
cause and effect, emerges from nothing
and so too returns. Don’t resist, just
let it sift like golden rays of late
day light, be like a dust mote
filtering through tall pines,
riding the light into night.