Don’t let this moment pass unattended
don’t let the spring moon march down the sky alone
an owl is calling from a far oak branch
she is calling you.
Don’t let the river journey unaccompanied
put aside your thoughts, let your mind ripple like the river
the sun will be waking, he will require your presence
for his long high arc in tribute to the earth.
Don’t let the lark take wing without your witness
she will fall if you, godlike, avert your eyes
she will never sing again if you are unwilling to listen.
Don’t let any single moment lose your attention
if you turn away all creation will fail
and when you return you will wonder why you
like the falling spring moon, are completely alone.