breeze

 i’m sitting on sun-dappled deck 

and breathing in the breeze

as birds are flitting  up and down

and hiding in the trees.

the hummingbird holds still in space -

vibrating with his all

while titmice and nuthatches take their share 

(but don’t take all!)

i’m deciding what to do

now that my path has changed direction

from instructing and enjoying youth

to old age and reflection.

i look into these glowing woods

 this morning and I see

a path into their secrets

-and that path-

it beckons me.