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🪶