On a summer morning
all things fall
into themselves,
The sky faintly
brushing the stillness
of a forest pond,
the dragonfly caressing
a water lily
as sunlight settles
through trembling wings,

and the briefest alignment
of light, wing, water
reminds me of
the golden mystery
that falls through my own
translucent breath,
to settle in the softness
of my heart.
O how the purest gesture
of earth and sky
teaches remembrance
of the treasures inside.
I fall into myself
this morning
and am happy.