Genius

The rabbit visited
the same knob on the hill
as the hill knob he sat on last time
and the time before where
he received instruction
and blessing from proper
mother and staid father
telling him hopefully
he was grown.

Up the boulderfield
to where snow stubbornly
hides shadow in the shadows
not allowing spring
space to run, gaze, or even
room to breathe,
punch-drunk from height
a coyote employs her
sleep-inspired respiration.

Owls rarely seen
before they strike,
blossoms opening
to invisible bees,
and your best guess at who
could be good for you.
These are examples of genius,
tongue-tipped, brain-centered
bell-rung, dumb moments.

Unfolded, unwrapped messages,
unsent and undelivered,
lost like sun in cloud
then found like a mouse
snatched up by angels.