I awoke this morning
without a story
about yesterday
or tomorrow.
In fact, no "I" awoke.
Morning awoke, full of
ducksquawk and dovecoo,
one-howl coyote
loneliness, a scent
of fresh ground coffee,
gentle intimations
of summer rain,
and beyond the mirage
of gray containment
a blue void, deliciously
Photo by a dear old friend, Terry Wild