Cute nuances bring me low again this morning. The very breath of God moves, not over watery chaos but through me, pushing me out the door to receive a morning world still not awake. Books I read last night have arranged themselves on the dining room table, feasting on leftover peas and carrots and crumbs from the food fight I had with my familiar after dinner. The question is not about who wins or loses as there is plenty of ground to soak up all the blood spilled in this world. Listen to the heartbeat of the bird that sings alone on the wire below the crowded chattering gathered above.