We move like music
swaying to the ticking and tocking of the minutes
watching skies for mighty views
eclipsed in our thoughts
living a simple day moment
we drift or wishes through the skies
as colors shift high in trees,
wondering at the lack
as a white feather touches down.
Dampness clings to fragile tines
and we move through the haze of humid air
without a care
except to find a cool respite,
opening doors and letting in light
we search for meaning in the little things,
peaceful flowing days move us
through the necessity that finds
a quiet breath in the sweeping,
the wiping clean the slate
to start again.
On our morning walk I was looking for the lunar eclipse, not knowing if I’m even close to its path and remarked about the lack of birds around this time of year, usually inundated with large white sea birds and was amused to see two whistling ducks in a tree, one dropping down quite close to us, and then finding a white feather a few minutes later. The ducks are brown, not white but it was a nice walk, although humid and warm. Just acknowledging the day-to-day moments and the changes that find us unexpectedly and feeling in a way, just so very blessed.
