Mist rises.
Birds call softly.
Nature makes itself known
– but from a distance.
The windows are closed
like doors
and I am insulated from everything here
in my guest room estate.
I am away.
My window allows me to witness the world
and I can see
the world is not ready for me.

Hours later, perhaps,
we can meet again
but this early morning is too much
for our reunion,
I am sure.
But the birds chirp
and the wind calls
and I find myself unable to rest further
and the world will not go away.

No matter how I will it
it is time for me to re-enter a waiting world
that wants me back
for the air
and the avians
and a bleak sun
are all out there anticipating my arrival
and whatever will come next.