On this morning walk
I have lost the sounds
of the birdsong,
of the wind rustling
the last leaves of autumn
through the trees,
of ducks making their
way across the pond.
I have lost all this
to the senseless fleeting
troubles that clutter
the mind. To worries about
things that never materialize,
to the battles that wage war
across the synapses of the brain,
to old wounds that
bleed all over this path.
I have lost the dappled clouds,
the breaking blue, the portal
through which the light pours
forth into the new day.
What silly creatures we are,
to squander this morning,
this beauty, this life.
Let this new day begin.
J.C.W.
October 15, 2014
