The bird's morning chorus is emerging.
Far to the east, and faint.
And soon it will sweep over and around me
like a mantle
pulled on the rising sun's rays
This dawn, more than others,
beckons me out to it,
calls something deep in me to explore
the emerging day,
to cast off what was known yesterday
and accept, embrace the unknown of now,
willing to under-stand
But openness is deficient.
In the end I still feel and see
through the scars of the wounds
that have left their blisters of fear
and calluses of resistance and regret.
What is hidden but hinted
remains so, out of my grasp
despite my will to reach.
There are others out here,
all lone and each still,
on a sojourn in the membrane between
unknown dimensions, within, and
an unfolding universe, without.
Those that pass within earshot
know a subtle smile and nod is appropriate.
The stillness and silence of this sanctuary
are to be respected, not divided.
The sun is higher now
and there is work for me elsewhere.
But my heart and soul and legs convince me,
that work will wait a bit longer.
Although it sounded as if I was along on this walk, I had the continuous sense that something was behind me and gaining on me.