Scurriers

I watch squirrels scurry

frenetically up trees, through leaves,

searching for nuts, or seeds or berries,

never idle, never still.

I too am a scurrier, constantly

moving, anxiously seeking

people to talk to, letters to finish,

books to read, tasks to accomplish.

Like squirrels, I never seem

just to sit quietly, to rest, to dream,

to watch the clouds drift,

to observe the phases of the moon.

How am I different from a squirrel

running hither and yon, always foraging,

if I miss the beauty of a sunset, the song

of a goldfinch, a honey bee feeding on a flower?

Are you a scurrier too?