Sitting outside, mid morning
warm sun, light breeze
on bare skin.  
Sparrow song,
and the hunting hawk’s cry
that silences it.
Blue sky,
white wisp of cloud,
pull of the Earth
weight of the heavens,
and I see in this moment
that this is really it.  
All of it right here.
And it does not seem
like a trap.
Or if it is,
it’s one big enough
to roam endlessly inside.