Park Morning
The leaves gently blow in the breeze.
A bluejay calls loudly, bluntly to a neighbor.
Children’s laughter is heard beyond the hill.
A cicada crawls out of its husk, on the brink of a new life.
My breath deepens.
My heart slows.
My mind quiets.
Existence becomes full here.
Now.
Life awaits,
hear it’s call.