Walking alone in the crystal Arizona dawn his senses came calling.

He felt a moment: summer slipping, autumn gaining.

And he wished he had the gift to write it, but he didn’t.

So I did.

It works like this:

We stand on the earth as it spins and orbits

We don’t ever feel it.

New seasons dawn unseen and we turn to look back.

But sometimes we see,

Our senses wake and we feel the tiny shift of a few degrees.  Smile at the fog which is our breath.

Notice surprised the first tree blazing.

The gentle breeze after too many frigid ones. First buds.

We note where the sun finally sat tonight.

We orbit through life, only now and then noting time or sign and one day, one instant,

we get off the earth and look over and say,

“Thanks for the ride” and the earth smiles back, continues on its unending route.

And we begin to trace our own timeless orbit where there is no need of season

and no markers matter.