the miracle of reorganising

I shifted my desk the other day in front of the window

with most light, as if I was beckoning an internal change

calling in a miracle of transformation. not quite a native dance

yet, my body was present in the process using senses and strength

today I sat there with my pen and my heart ready to give

language the shape of my thoughts and then, you came

you flew in fluttering your wings and lifted your little grey head

to greet me and to lead my eyes toward the sky as you left

where the clouds floated peacefully

and I began doing the same.