I can see the early daylight rising through the edges of the curtains…
You know, that time when the mist rises from the earth…
I wait for the world to awake…
Still there is no sound.
At this hour I can see into the mind of things…
It’s like I have spent my whole life with them…
All the lines disappear between “us” and “them…”
I can hear the missing pieces of my story.
The notes of the new day dance among the fog…
Then quickly disappearing, clearing the room with good-byes…
Still I’m like a cardinal in a flock of blackbirds…
Waiting for the sun.
With the sunrise the gentle overcomes the hard…
The puffy clouds look like yarn waiting to be weaved into a frumpy sweater…
The world a quiet, dreamy, lovely place…
That is the master’s way.
Now, like a snail I must crawl back into my shell…
Squeeze into the elevator of acceptance…
Wait! Do I really need to do that?
I’m not altogether sure, but I don’t think so.
Today I’m going to try a day outside my shell!
I love you,
Annie