Like an iguana stretched
in the sun my body
drapes the backyard
lounge. To the east
a wet-weather waterfall shoots
down Big Mountain, a raucous
symphony — sticksnap, windchurn,
rockthunder.  At the Lobelia
a hummingbird. Under the bunched
black pines rabbits hop, dash
& disappear in the dim
undergrowth. My gaze drawn
to the windowsill
where a mud-colored
spider respins a broken
web. Dear God,
show us how to rebuild
this splintered world.