They forecast yesterday tomorrow’s storm
but let us bask until then in the sun,
so I am walk-commuting April warm
and morning clear, inclined almost to run
I’m so impending with my rite of spring.
I learned a little bit while on retreat.
I breathed the mountain gold, and balancing
deliberately I understood my feet.

Massaged and soaked and exercised, I tried
admitting every thought to let it go
to lint and leave this clarity behind.
Impulsive pulse in silence amplified
example and invited me to know
the sweet relief of emptying my mind.