Michael Lushington

THIS MORNING

Poem,

THIS MORNING
Photo by Michael Lushington

This morning.
In that moment when the wind came up,
Blowing the wind chime and bending the trees,
An idea crossed my mind,
“This is it”
Insight.
As if listening hard,
Or squinting might help.
But that’s not always the case.
Sometimes,
Sitting there,
At 6 a.m.,
In a sudden wind,
Sun coming up thru soft clouds on the horizon,
Is everything you need to know.