24 June 2019

by Tom Swift

To the young rabbit nestled in the grass next to my home who greets me upon my return from the gym in the morning, sweaty and ready for the workday …

… and the slightly older rabbit, on its hind legs, perched on the step of the house across the street, regarding me, as I pull down my bed sheets, ready to rest at the end of the same day …

The thought occurs that you are one in the same, that you moved over there to get a better view. You are the embodiment of the symmetry and symbolism of my waking hours. More likely you are two — two cousins — dual-effort reminders that I am one, too.

To you guides who show the speed of the days as contrasted by the stillness of the moments … thank you.