As the stars recede and the dawn,
with its delicate peach and yellow hues,
expands, the mountains in the east
curve down to the sea in a gesture
of offering, their mountainous hands
releasing nature’s largess.
I sense . . . not just another day
but a whole and new genesis
where the dawn crests as the twilight falls,
crystallizing as creation anew.
Here in this one moment
aware of the cool air,
inside and out, expanding
and contracting as I breathe,
hearing the uprising songbirds
and on the edge of sight
their stirring in the bushes.
From the north a chilled breeze
combs each strand of my hair,
invigorates and grounds me;
again—just this moment.
The smell of musk, of fertile dirt,
of growth and rot; hearing
my feet crunch along the stiffened grass,
turning to see footprints left behind.
Again—this one moment,
filled with gratitude, for movement,
these feelings, this one long breath,
everything . . .
Here, momentarily, gone,
then arising again . . .
and again and again.
If only we could see
microscopically, we’d understand
how minute yet constant
these changes are, nothing solid;
nothing lasts, everything stirs
and flies away, singing and wailing
in the process, as the process.
but this one moment