Grace and Peace to you.
Birds have been yelling at me all day,
trees trying to flag me down,
the sky making faces.
What does it take
In the room the clock taps is foot,
the window opens its eye,
the chair waits for me, patient, knowing.
Silence comes in to be with me,
doesn’t even need a chair
to be at ease.
Sunlight leans against a tree.
God and I just sit, saying nothing,
looking out the window.