I move in the world a changed being now
being now
today the yellow grass in the field up the hill is bowing to the rain
the sea and the land and the sky cede their colors into fog
becoming one
passing waxwings eat red berries off the vine, laugh at the cat through the window
gray waves crash into the shore, laughing too
then there’s me
powerful and helpless beyond imagination
standing in the rain drenched
crying at the beauty of it all
respite is not a thing that we are given
respite is not a thing that we are given
respite is who we are right now
bowing to this moment together
it’s who we’re becoming together right now
in just allowing our selves to be