Take deep breath,
breathe in,
and then release
the impression of dawn,
while the only motions
are of charcoal night
concluding,
the light turning dew
to a cobalt blue.
To walk silently then
is akin to being
within the
undiscovered, wild sky,
barely before few else
have their fuller senses
to notice it,
or can stir the calls
of rising birds
from their opening songs.
If you’re here early enough
you might witness
emerging through the mist
an owl’s face,
and upon the tips
of one of its wings, dewdrops,
carried away to become
distant, fluid stars.
~
( 5/3/24)
Unraveling 