All alone with me and we’re waiting for the sunlight.~Daryl Hall
A great blue heron croaks, casts her
proxy vote to compress my
labyrinthine thoughts. Embrace
the threshold, eight, as the sky
reveals unearthly dances
of fog-curling apparitions.
Seven, the strung-tight nerves
that spring me from my
misery under the satellite
dish vibrations to savor, six,
this bright cream half-sliced moon
like delicious custard. The
blessed chill, five, as I sort out
four toxins in air and sound
rippling through my system,
my wake-up call. Three choices:
fight or flight or fix, in the dark,
bouncing on that triangle.
Triggering the memory, that’s right,
there’s more than two sides.
The break of day broadcasts my
intention to resolve my jangling
strings. I tune in to this one
music emanating from my core.
No escape, no resistance,
no prescriptions. Only
opening wider—awake and grateful for
every mundane reason why—
deeper to include even this.
All the reflections
I abhor and abjure
coming to light
welcomed like songbirds
raising the sun.
Inspired by: Mundane, Proxy, Compress and Countdown, a foggy and mysterious dawn and Kiara‘s prompt july 25. universal 8-personal 7
– challenge yourself to write down 8 thoughts that trigger happiness, joy, and peace today. I reached gratitude by unexpected paths today.
Oh, and this version of Sara Smile in which Daryl Hall just lets Jimmy Wayne take the song and own it.