Reading Time: 1 Minutes
I’ll stop listening to the news,
instead listen to the birds, their wings
and the wind
and how it edges doors open.
I’ll wake up at dawn hearing
how the black-inked sky inhales its blues;
watching the clouds chase the sun
before tripping over its ragged orange threads.
I’ll follow the off-beat rain
creating a new rhythm against the window’s back.
I’ll taste each cup of breath
aware of the brevity of a life’s hour.
I will touch a tree trunk
for its layers of life, trace
the light on petals falling
from my neighbor’s oak.
I will silence my phone
and look at the dandelion’s
open-faced hope
as it burns
and burns
and burns.