The tiny squirrel does a tippy-toe scurry across the road

just missing being flattened by the unseen auto

the driver unaware she nearly pancaked the latest incarnation of *’s curiosity

She doesn’t know that *’s embodiment is not a one-time thing

limited only to a human and man at that and long ago

*’s curiosity is restless and seeks incarnation

over and over in other and other

There, in that homeless one, in that fallen leaf, in your left shoe

how about a little more reverence then for the untended

you never know when *’s curiosity will incarnate

may never learn, the secret of love is curiosity