hermit fish

Jasmin

I
 pi
jasmin1
cked 
Jasmine
 this
 afternoon
 pink
 opening
 white
 my 
room
 fragrant
 memories
 exploding 
Spring


Gray
 morning
 jasmine
 in
 the
 window
 hummingbird
 flashing
 sunrise
 thoughts
 turn
 gray
 to
jasmine

Tuning

if 
the Word
upholds
all creation
then everything
is a
unique
word
shimmering
life a tuning fork
humming
sounding
symphony
harmonizing
Sanctus
we
not only
play ourselves
but
dance
and
sing

Five different songs

Sunrise by the time I woke up
thrilled at no commitments
sitting outside,
cool
drinking tea
writing
lauds
listening to birds
five different songs
distant cars
morning rush
the wind
 tapping a tune with a tea bag tag
watching
 drips of water
from a hanging mat
drying
slipping 
slowly
 these days
into that place
within
where
all
becomes 
symphony

After the rain

It
started to rain
as I was about to go out for a walk
so instead
I walked inside
not my room
but
myself
past the ticking cuckoo clock
beyond the rain on the roof
further yet
to a warm joy
fleeting
stillness
presence
touched
and t
candle
hen
turnabout
myself walked me.

Stillness
after the rain
makes
even the clock
too loud
the
little candle flame
the
only
sound

Prompting

I have begun to hear,
chair

or rather
 to listen to
(for it has always been there)
a gentle, quiet voice
no, a prompting,
 and to follow.
It spoke early this morning,
"you could get up now"
"look outside"
"take a little pre-dawn walk and mail that letter"
"what about a chair outside?"
"tea?"
 There before me,
perfect timing,
 a Cat Steven's
first morning breaking
misted vallies,
pinking clouds
rain drops on the wire
a sparkling score
tea steaming
Lauds

 a different plan
from mine
gentle,
quiet
still
this prompting
 simple
 like the  lilies 
of the field.