my rhyme or reason

I sit nearly motionless
my back against the hard bark
observing
clouds being pushed
by a relentless front
telling the birds
which way is easiest on the wings
and making it perilous
for the returning bees
to hive with an impatient queen

in this moment
there is no politics
I cannot hear advertisements
repeating over and over
into my ears
the only greed existing
is between two hungry kittens
that quit at the fullness
of their belly

as passing neighbors wave
I'm curious to their day's events
and how they spent time
bringing me to their willow tree's dance
a slow and elegant sway
just above their heads
like classical music
in contrast to their suv's booming radio

in this moment
there is no drama
I do not hear unappreciative voices
always wanting more and more
upon my shoulders
the only luxury existing
is between nature and myself
weeding out the illusions
and keeping reality in check