it’s too early even for the birds and yet the cicadas sing
and i arrive in this moment intentional
and wonder what it will choose to offer me today
will it be a moment full of peace that refills for life
or will it be a realisation or an ‘ahh ha’ moment
where that niggling thought finally slips into place
and either disappears or brings clarity
to brighten or empower
or perhaps it will be the whisper of the holy
–the weaving together of the tapestry of life
providing hope and meaning
whatever it is, i will welcome and greet it with
‘hello’
because life is not meant to be grasped until
strangled, but invited to breathe and speak
and engines begin to slide past
busily transporting others to the start of
their day
and yet i still sit and listen
and there it is, that first trill of birdsong
that welcomes the dawn
and all that the day will bring
and i am glad that i sat and waited
pen upon page to hear that joyful
welcoming cry
Heather Pound 2024
Heather Pound 