Mornings after

Finding song
In morning bird
Where the sun radiates
Inside & through

The flower petals move
In dance
A turn of neck
Of elegance and glare

The poet at a loss for words
For a world so rich and alive
Turns to song

Rhythms bespeak of ritual
And ceremony is imbued with it

Repeating ancient hymns
Of tongues long forgotten,
The act of remembering

A true revelation
A revolution
A form of resilience

In the cosmic condition.