One Single Impression: Choices

My choices are simple

I awaken to the sound
Of my breathing
And rise to

The song of the birds.

I step in time with the beat
Of my heart

Into sunlight.

Beside me:
Wildflowers
Engaged in the ritual
Of waking to the light
Moving with light
Growing with light

To become the color
And perfume
Of here and now.

Birds sing.
Birds fly.

I breathe.
I walk.

It is all breath and pulse,

All choice.

One Single Impression