AMAZING GRACE

Sun washes back of neck.

Is the first meal the silence or the exhaling?

Through the narrow sightline

shimmer of silver

rises on dark water.

Breath reinvents the moment.

Scent-of-all-things-love.

Openness of crown.

Already lost count!

Stretch legs in solitude.

Who is here to be offended? 

No one is watching.

I return to noticing.

Heavy branch, dead,

fallen on the stream

is now dormitory for insects.

School in samsara

is year-round.

While my head spins

cawing of raven:

every sitting is unique.

Just now I heard the woman across

the fence singing

a snippet of Amazing

Grace.  What good

are bodies if we can’t

let them go?

5/17/20