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