Awakening

Only one block wander walk

Down to shore of sea

Sounds of Aliveness penetrate me

As if I am their instrument of morning here

Sacred cacophony stimulating my skin

Composing hope, playfully

on my heart strings within

I am stepping, placing footprints

on damp ground, intentionally with care

Yet entering fields of singsong air

As if I too hover & glide, taking flight

Flocking with dawn’s musicality of insight

Orchestra of dark-eyed juncos,

red-winged blackbirds,

spotted towhees

Warming up the way of Life’s stage

Bands of sparrows, Song sparrows,

Golden & white crowned sparrows

Practicing for endless possibilities

Choir of starlings, house finches

Canada geese, pine siskins

Rehearsing prayers in

the rafters of todays cathedral

Chorus of house wrens, crows,

killdeers, glaucous wing gulls

learning & returning to the Sun’s refrain,

Welcoming this new day!

With one lone voice from up high

Eagle soaring on thermals tones

Tapping questions into my bones

Who writes the songs of today?

Who plays the music of morning?

Who rejoices life’s infinite cocreativity?

All who sound here with hope

All who play here with joy

All who listen here with love

All who flock here in the singsong field—

The resonant field of Awakening

*used Merlin app to listen for one minute on walk to beach, identifying all the birds singing in this poem except for the eagle up high

Photo by Philip Hutcherson onmurdencove.com

“Sunrise Geese”