The intimacy of the world with the world

The only reason I'm so moved seeing clouds and hills mingle
Is because the intimacy of the world otherwise stays hidden.
Even though I know it's there

In animals calling,
And in the cave overflowing.
And in the food I've built on,
And in the song of the bat,
And in rotting bodies unfolding

I am touched each time I can see hand-holding.
Mist married to branches married to me with my eyes
Stopping my work for a moment to say

"What a generous place is unveiling here!"
And
"Thank you. We have enough."