Whispered Wanderings

The only one awake
on this sleepy morning street:
speedy lizard seeking shelter
from the coming desert heat.

As quietly, the dawn
now pries open what remains
of deepest night, as birds awaken
to continue their refrains.

Then finally I rise,
though hesitant to interrupt
all the sacred sounds of nature:
human folly, too abrupt.

On slippered feet I shuffle,
from my place of sweet repose;
another day I have been granted:
what may be, I shan’t suppose.

klm
5/2/24