Full

The day fills up with

the bobbing of grass shafts,

their heads identifying

distinct natures

above the blades

The day fills up with

winds that rise and fall

and the clicks and tocks of ravens

and the crystal-colored calls

of blackbirds

The day is full of

the presence of Spirit

rising up through everything,

causing and being everything,

each seed head and foot fall,

each breath, each perception,

each grace.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 19, 2019