This day

The morning unfurls like

No other, and yet

As always it swings

It lopes it wanders through.

First birds, dusty light

Chorus building sun

Rising warmth filling the air.

Sit in peace atop the

Well worn mat, sit

Still and in peace and

Connected.

Walk through the bush

To the quiet of the

Bench where to write

Where to still and

To wonder.

Today could be a day

That changes things

Forever, could be a day

That sweeps its riches

Out before it.

And no matter for

Today is as perfect

As all others and

I live its wondrous

Lilt until am filled.