Stand in grace
In unknowing
And in where I am.
In coffee in the morning
The sips, the taste
Bitter tongue
A hint of honey
Pine, the fresh breeze
Catching me
Before I know it.
Easing the chill?
Soft
Like dust
on the high up shelf, in the back corner.
A reminder of there
As I nestle into blankness
As morning wild feels me home.
Building
Alongside sweet salty embers,
Her foundation,
The drying mud
Of her knowing
Of her self.
Expecting its decay
Replacing it always.
Work,
A hymn of joy.
You, close by
Singing yours.