weather and birds

I’m sure you have observed

the potent pattern of those

deeply content. It goes

something like this: less and less

and less, and hopefully, at some point

it’s just the weather and the birds.

I say just in the sense of enough.

What do you need to shed

in order to really see the slow

and free snowflakes falling on

everything, connecting forces

to stay still in the soft and

precise way only they can?

What do you need to shed

to hear the distant hymns

arising from the heavens, announcing

in so many ways: it’s time to wake up

and live your life among and through everything?