Notes in the time of Corona: A prayer of gratitude for gummy bears

I am grateful for the gummy bears

And the  unknown person who places them 

Alone or in groups along the railing

Overlooking the melted snow waters 

Of the creek below

Red, green, yellow, white, sometimes a few,

And sometimes many, gathered or scattered

Waiting for me to run by with my dog Toby

Good for you for being out here, they say

With their sticky mouths and high pitched voices

I miss them when they are not there

Sometimes there is only one and I am sad

Where is his family and why is he alone?  

Did the wind blow the others into the creek

Were they eaten by dogs?

Did they dive off in despair?

But then they return in different colors 

Sometimes in non bear shapes, just lumps

In a circular arrangement on a nearby rock

with a big  red cinnamon bear in the middle

As if leading a meditation 

Or giving instructions for some unknown task

Does someone sneak in at night

And place them there for the world to see?

I don’t know but they make me happy

If I was plugged into music I might miss them

And run right by their happy presence