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to a wealth of effortless bird arias the Sun burns through a morning haze and
a cushy portal is formed in the clouds.
His Majesty
steps out in full robes setting off
long beams
then retreats -
gentle with me today.
as this continues the birds are determined to beckon a glowing return
but some exquisite balance guides
and we are bathed in soft, muted light instead
every crevice and curve of the surrounding cumulus in highlights.
the birds did their thing -
they’ve moved on now with humility
and feathered acquiescence
as a soft and steady roar of the Gulf rises again to my ears.
ah the comfort of a busy ocean from this short distance
heard and felt and known, but not seen directly.
like unexpected forgiveness, covering everything.
Image: [a photo I took of the sun doing as described in poem, labeled “non-human saints”]