Breeze on my Belly

Small green seeds swinging between still green leaves
tight bitter berries just right for birds
right now robins
with scruffy breasts not yet reddened
relishing the ripeness of the branches

The old tree taking its roots along the river bank-
rough and cranky branches bent by
the will and whim of the sun

and through it all
backed with a blue I can hardly imagine
existing endlessly on this afternoon

breeze on my belly
sun on my skin
breeze on my belly
sun on my skin