This Morning

A poem inspired by observations/feelings I had as I sat at my desk in front of the window.

This Morning

This morning,
everything I observe is eerily still,
much quieter than usual, too.
And I wonder …
Might a storm be brewing?

This morning,
trees are standing motionless,
like soldiers on alert.
And I wonder …
Are they preparing for battle?

This morning,
dirty gray clouds hang low in the sky,
ever-slowly migrating southward.
And I wonder …
Will they gift us with much-needed rain?

This morning,
normal birdsong is noticeably absent,
like many music-makers are missing.
And I wonder …
Will they be back tomorrow?

This morning,
the ocean is appearing more like a lake,
sporting soft ripples rather than waves.
And I wonder …
What will disrupt this calm?

This morning,
it feels like it’s just me and nature,
with no one else in sight.
And I wonder …
Are others feeling this too?

This morning,
one tiny slice of the universe
is beautifully at peace.
And I wonder …
How long will this last?

This morning,
my heart overflows with gratitude
for moments such as these.
And now I’m content to stop wondering …
and just be.

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