Half of the time
rebels are lovely
you just have to catch them
at it, unawares, when
they’re not looking
for inevitably if they know
you’re watching
they behave differently
stand taller, form their thoughts
shake their bangs out of their eyes
swish their tail in a springy way
ultimately just a show pony
with long eyelashes
and a meaty hind end
but if you manage to sneak up
and see them meandering through
the tall grass, wind in their hair
a sunlit sparkle in their eye
you’ll see a moment of truth
an intensely felt flash of
perfect contentment
and there lies the soul
the root of this being
for you to see clearly
****
remember
THIS MOMENT… IN THIS BEING
when you need to forgive
forget or let betrayal go
for stubbornness comes
in many forms
from at least two angles
split by that fence
the long trampled grasses
at your feet
and the obstinate bees
mulish in their relentless pursuit
of each and every flower
