thank you that I am
here on the rooftops
that I sit in streets
of trees, sharing
their turning, their falling
watching them return
to the litter and
dust of street life
thank you that I can
make a nest, become a bird
and dance my song
to wash in the glorious
peacock green
this haven at my window
this gentle view that is
sometimes a mountain
Tags: 2008, Arunachalla, ashram, gratitude, india, peace, throat ch, travel
