Early mornings I seek my solitude
where stillness nests my invisibility
breath deep and soft
heartbeat rhythms slow
blinks the evidence I am alive
Hummingbird wings arrive and go
distant calls of Raven‘s plans I cannot know
Song of bamboo chimes if there’s a breeze
Over there a tree sheds a leaf or two
I listen without alarm
contemplate stories I may someday tell
Is there perfection anywhere in this existence
Is recognition somehow a compromise
I don’t know
I am suspended amid light and shadow
a privileged watcher in the briefest of moments
while this sweet magnolia blossom glows
radiant with fragrant morning’s promise
in three days one by one her petals close🪶
