In this time, I have found the procession
of whispers on the wind, the language
of the leaves and orchids
the crab fixed on the rock in the heat of day
the scorched harbor burned in the fire
the cat finding shelter in the doorway
a step from the sand to watery shore
the light of the afternoon sun on my brother’s face
a warm greeting between a husband and wife
renewing their vows
my feet barefoot through the sacred rock
beats under the shade
and amidst all this silence, the noise of my eyes
talks to my mind, the ant returning to the anthill
the tip of the wind’s spear talking in musing
hours of the night and the day
this time between.
Tomorrow: the unexpected.
in paradiso, ego sum