Be grateful that you see your sovereignty.~John Lamb Lash
Before dawn, songbirds instruct decorous
gratitude grounded through lightening skies.
No fuss, unstinting praise. I cast my eyes
eastward and earth calls my bare feet. This day’s
mine, I claim the nowness seeping. Aware
I cease sleeping, taste and feel the very air
supporting my flourish. Being nourished
in countless ways. Summoning my courage
speaking my unique truth. Proclaim essence
guttural, impressive earthbound presence.
Separate fairytales. Common sense
laughs at the calendar’s programmed events.
The soil, the blooms, cicadas, butterflies
each moment charging before my stunned eyes.
Behind me, in a fervor, the old pup
dumps the trash can, gleeful, tearing things up.