Lookout Scout

I am standing at the edge of the lookout,
gazing at cattails in the early light
and observing the arrival of another summer day.

But as I trot along here in the cool morning air,
there's an unexpected change in the way I see things.

The moment gives birth to pure joy
I am contained and still,
in awe of life’s perfection, with a receptive will.
I am also, somehow, now part of this moment.
No -- what I want to say is that I am this moment.

I observe each thing from an inner lookout
that is well understood, confident, and confined.
I think for myself. If you try to coax me,
I will just sit down.

I remembered this perfect moment
and built a lookout with these words for you.