A gull squawk and bristle of wind enter the room,

I’m unsure how to wake to this day.

With the candle flicker and race of hummingbirds

a bigger drumbeat of my heart joins in.

It has changed.

Heart rhythm deepens in my ears now

and tangles with the low vibration of traffic.

There’s no telling the rivers apart.

Strange.

In this turning,

listening and sensing, borders braiding,

resting a few minutes more,

I wonder,

where might we be going together from here…