Over the last several weeks I’ve been cranking out some rather “full-bodied” emails, so I thought today I would make an attempt to say more with fewer words. Here’s a quick glimpse into my morning routine and rituals.
Morning Prayers.
Burley and woolen; his dreams
accentuated with spastic flinching
and contented sighs,
He is free from angst–
impervious to snow,
indifferent to the wind.
As holy lament gives way
to the tyranny of the trivial,
I feel his soft breath on my face;
nose to nose,
Steadfast, chestnut eyes
search mine. Presence.
Am I exposed or revealed?
It makes no difference, I suppose;
the wind and waves acquiesce
to his gaze;
Tumult to serenity and nary a spoken word.
–Chip
Together as one. For every one. 