Things Change, Except…

In the Chilling depths of Winter, I never dreamt of seeing the Sunrise while laying against my pillows, sipping coffee. Now, at 5:55 am, I can. I will enjoy it fully!
Same goes for dining , the Sun setting over the Bay, is now a wonderful regular Dinner feature!

And each day the wobbly Earth shifts in its’ orbit
and I have a different view.

What of my mind?
There is the basic split, me and you
and my thoughts that come
and go incessantly
Sometimes delightfully
Sometimes painfully
Creating my stories

There is another layer of Everything, Everyone
We are that
Kestrels migrating northward,
the mad homeless woman
I sling hash to
the Iranian in the gallows, forgiven by a mother,
Korean ferry passengers drowning by the hundreds,
an amputee, in party dress, dancing with her lover

All of these things
are ‘me’
when I let go
of ‘me’.