In The Quiet of the Night

 

 

Sleeping well and deep in the quiet of the night,

Even the near constant traffic on the Sepulveda

Has chosen this hour to slumber and rest.

I wake.

 

Stretching the body

Stretching the mind

Now pulling back and returning to the heart

I love you …

Love you …

Love …

 

Before the day intrudes

With worries

With concerns

With aches and pains,

There you are Beloved.

 

Breathing,

Climbing the spine.

Breathing,

Peace.

Breathing,

Joy.

 

Now the rest of the world is also waking.

Dog nails click on wood floors-

The distant sound of jet engines-

The whir of traffic on Sepulveda.

Breakfast for the dogs. 

And Sunrise for all of us.