6 am
(though it's really 5 am, the sun knows this)
surfacing from dreams into the yawning light of early
regrettably, with a troubled, insecure heart.
With stillness, I reach out in listening.

Birds.

Outside, one boundary away, they speak of the joyous Sun.
They speak of heat and light of day.
They speak of Earth and Nature.

They speak of their Love for me.
For all,
but that all
includes me.

I notice their Love. I drink it
like the skin a warm bath.
Caretakers of the dawn,
they bring the light inside for me.

In the presence of birds
I am friendful,
my soul is quenched.
My heart is smiling, yellow and rose.

My leg stirs,
eager to start the day.