In the mountains

I'm sitting on a screened in porch, which is my favorite kind of porch. 
Across the street, a sprinkler has gone off
and the sun is reflecting the water droplets off the grass in a way
that makes me buzz internally
—like i can’t believe.

I can't believe i get to see and say and be so much in this world
that I get to exist as an ethereal and yet totally human being
I am here and I am not,  you are here and you are not
but the sprinkler on the grass:
it is, it is, it is.

10/2/2020