Today,

looking at this lovely pond,

I wonder how we came to live here,

together

sharing the light of the ancient sun

and at night, the moon and distant stars.

And sitting here

in these silent moments,

before gathering wood for the chilly night,

I look out at the trees,

aging like me,

and see their leaves falling once again

in the autumn air,

and I marvel at the orbits

we have traveled

to spend these days together,

and these moments of wonder

while out

beyond my comprehension

galaxies swirl

in their darkness

so far away.