Across the water tenebrous woods
await light’s generous revelations.
In the chill, I huddle and watch
what seemed insurmountable in dark
emerging, eminent by noon.
I practice, say I don’t know
in one thousand wondrous ways
that sound like thanks, gratitude
soothing my frightened amygdala with
an intentional evolution, planetary
and necessary as two plovers arc
white-feathered play across
the brightening lake. Speak to me
and I will listen inside you
for the deeply felt praise
behind your triggered fear.