This starry, still moving pond shines
  in my eyes everywhere I look -
              everywhere.
 Dimpled drops of dew light leaves
  and flowers.  Autumn edges
              everywhere -
 this palate changing daily a little more.
   Nothing is small or large - equality is
              everywhere.
The wrinkled tree creeks, melancholy
  and lovely like the hermit thrush echoing
              everywhere
around me. I find this melodic master
  perched on the tree's high branch.           
              Everywhere
is home.  I love this feeling.  Like
  a haiku moment capable of being
              everywhere.