MORNING GLORY

a bird sings

high-pitch

chirps fluttering

blending with the bright, alive music

of the morning


slow

quiet times

like these

are built for you


when the wind eases her way

through the tangled branches

waking up each lazy leaf

and making her way

to you

brushing loose threads of hair

back from your face


in times like these

you forget who you are

or rather

you remember

who you are not


allowing the rising sun

to strip away the identities

this world has imposed

on you


timid rays of hazy light

begin to dance their way

across

the soft, blonde fuzz

littering your thighs


blending with the heat

and energy

of your skin

as you become vast

connected

allowing any feelings of separateness

to melt away

slowly dripping

like caramelized sap

off the stem of a freshly cut jackfruit


it's times like these

that wake and

remind you

of the infinite capacity and wisdom

living inside