Sunday Thoughts

In the springtime, in the valley,
where the morning sunrise grows
and the ants drink the nectar
from the dewcup leaves, the great
basin of the trees. There
you shut your mouth. You
leave it closed. The quieter you are, see,
the more you can hear, the more
you can breathe, the more you can leave there
in the valley, in the sunrise,
in the springtime as it grows.