Happy in the Trees, for Instance

A tiny animal,
Some kind of pallid moth,
Haunts the available

Wood walk of a sunny
Day in the desert where
You look up from your trail,

Wherever you are
Waltzing around with calm.
What it is you’ve just left,

Whatever it is lifts
You from waves of the lakes
To whatever flutters,

And ask yourself why trucks
Sound happy in the trees.