The Sacramento River delta, sloughs and marshes, rich in flora and fauna. Sandhill cranes wade and forage in a small flock. The frogs are wary. The tiniest splash and it’s dinnertime. A hot summer day among the bulrush and the reeds.
Light beams from the moon come down through space to land on my old peach tree. The peaches, ripe and ready to pick, glow pink and orange in the other-worldly light. Reaching up, I gently take one peach and begin to eat it, and all the while I am watching the moon, full in mid-summer. The peach tree, the moon, and me; getting together at night like three old friends. And so we are.