In Abstentia

While I’m out on the trail,
I monitor the lake via email.
Facebook brings me pictures and words,
sometimes a chuckle when I see animals and birds.
On Easter I saw Father Tom,
and pictured an image of a greater Kingdom.
I’ve seen sunrises and first timers aplenty,
I tried to count but lost track at twenty.
One learns out the wilderness,
to appreciate sweet joy’s like this.
Now if I could just figure out,
how to make an app with a waterspout.