Heady vertigo

This limb, how dare I step out?

Too late, staring down

Spinning, mood vulnerable

Will I only break a leg?

The six AM breeze

Tickled tiny leaves above

Where collared doves sing

I pine for bygone peace

I mourn new joy gained and lost

First light’s angled rays

Color the grass kelly green 

Aching still, I breathe

Backlit flies with bright halos

Dance this stage for three minutes

Bright robins warble. 

The downey woodpeckers’ call

Reminds me, “Look up!”

Chest slows, draining my ire

These are Your preparations

Then I call to You

hoping you’ll respond, again

Desperate for alms,

Yet more compassion and grace

Ahhh! You’ve composed this bird song

Heady vertigo

Tickled tiny leaves above

Aching still, I breathe

Chest slows, draining my ire

Ahhh! You’ve composed this bird song