I am bellied on the porch,
my eyes reeling in green-gold and red

by the blink. A chipmunk gathers
grass blades, each by inch,

for his nest of agilities.
He is a-scamper, whipping up

a place that is sofa-soft.
I watch. The mind nestles in the body.

I grow quick enough to catch a fly,
keen enough for the animal eye.

© by Jesse Breite.
Used with the author's permission.