04 January 2017

Night Lesson

The darkling evening deepens to black,
amidst a humidity-soaked clouded sky.
Tracing layers of heat, upper winds slack
as the stillness quiets, and the quiet still
leaves room for a change. Do the owls
know as they hoot from the trees?

The pitter patter paws of a neighborhood cat
scatters as I come down the stairs, 
retrieving mail from my box is unlike that
which I wait for, as it is always just beyond,
requiring of me a patient, questioning mind.

A mood akin to accepetance, with a heart
ready to leap, I take a stance,
letting sheer contentedness of the present, everyday
bliss hidden in each opportunity and chance.

No comments:

Post a Comment