Do other people do this when a bird wings from tree to tree,
Thinking that the bird is family lost, touching down where we can see?
Do other people do this, when a flock soars in formation,
Point out Grandma and Grandpa, our beloveds’ transformed nation?
Maybe it’s the soft eyes of a fawn, shadowed in the grassy field.
I see there the baby lost before life prevailed.
In the sky the clouds form, an angled question mark
Do others see as I do God urging me to embark?
Is it me or is it all of us, looking for our way
Interpreting Nature’s signs as markers for getting through this day?
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