All In
constellations of rounded pebbles
dot the ground in color,
while birds alight on the ruin next door
and our cat crouches on the roof
wishing he could fly
some days, the clouds speak
in whispers,
other days in puffy pictures
or bold headlines
heralding storms ahead
there is peace
in the prospect before us,
in everyday recountings
in which scents, sounds,
stories abound
such moments stretch
into a panorama
including every tiny detail
of life happenings
in a glance
our minds relax
from making meaning
or assigning significance
and simply take it all in,
as natural as breath
Eliel Fionn
3/22/24