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.
