I let little sleep be enough. Napping is in order later today, snuggled into the northern air, the smell of pine, and the warm breeze gentle across Dease Lake. The calm in my body suggests I don’t do this enough. Tomorrow is Full MOon in Capricorn. I feel my emotions rise over the last three days, quick to give way to tears; some for sadness, some for the pure joy of Being present in the breath of northern exposure.
Loons are full of their call
Early to give it across the lake
Varied cadence that have meaning
to another Loon
It holds me to wonder if it is for love
or the call for warning to their chick
or is it to wake me to my senses
alerting me to the rising sun
I let it in as it mixes with the
song of other birds eager
to announce and claim the morning
I breathe it all in and fill up
Letting the breeze slip across
my body shifting my dreams
from night to day out of the stillness
that sleep pretends to give
This is a morning I wish not to end
as the minutes climb to noon
the birds change their tune
And I wonder what does it mean
to be crazy as a Loon?
I slide that wonder out across
the thin ripples on the lake,
care- less to the thought
Letting the moment have me
