Over
the slumbering
curves
of
green on green
sprinkled
with tiny houses
delighted
with echoes of
sunshine
a
distant fog stoops to lap
us up
like
a kitten's bowl of
milk
a
tail winds down the narrow
pass
a
paw rests firmly in the
east
as
one shimmering eye nods
into the Pacific
warmer
now, and sleepy
inside
a purring belly
from
here I can see
that
nothing
matters so much.