Here

The bright blue rope extends
to the burly tree before me.
Its trunk has trunks.
A squirrel bounds to my left
and I hear opposite the distant
yelps of a shaggy dog.
The shag I imagine.
The wind rouses the branches
for a moment and pushes a cloud
between the sun and me.
There are other places
I could be and a buffet of
worries at my disposal,
but for now I get to be here.