A.M.

I.

On a walk around the convent, during dawn,
                                                                He heard birds.
The whip-poor-will, reminding, “a new day, a new day.”
The morning dove, “slow, slow, slow you go.”
Then, as he walked, the sparrows scattered into trees –
Stilling rabbits and the mind of man.

II.

Last night, while you slept,
dew settled onto the grass,
the trees stayed rooted, the flowers,
like dim lanterns, hung in silence –
Then you woke and began
the assessment of another day,
forgetting about dew and trees and flowers.