All Around Us Its Uprooted Depth

At any rate

words stir, spiring 

towards the first
light of morning –
too bright to believe.

An azure sky heavy

with birds on a wire –

whole congregations
emerging as a pictorial
to the day's anatomy.

Life, the awakening of it,

at its core skips a beat

to an uncertain height -

never ever ending,

its potential infinity.

The open-hearted many,
the broken-hearted few traveling,
probing its universal design,
meet, every which way,
some kind of blessing, and
its continuous tread.

From time to time
optimistic eyes stare up
from the sideways pull
of bigger things, inciting
an introspective gaze.

Come evening,
the layered sound
of crickets circulating –
listening, the pitch
goes on and on.