An April Morning

Alternatively, time could freeze

and I could write and look outside

Simultaneously -

Never miss a moment of this

The discipline of the rain

The stillness of the wind

I can see what is not there.

Treat all alike

This is the philosophy here -

It’s gone calmer

A garbage truck is heard

The morning is always calm

Definitive, no. Inaccurate.

I am certain

I am a fish and water is my joy.

Do you believe in these?

The mystics that unite us?

Water runs through me,

Uninhibited.

But green is my color,

Am I not a daughter of this Earth?

The wind is here

I see what now is there

The leaves sway

The drops have ceased -

Disciplined.