When I pause and feel the hug of the day,
the air filled with wings and seeds,
in that pause, blessings,
four directions, and more, and the ground below
and the sky above. I am a sunflower, turning to follow the light.
I close my eyes and hum my roots to snake.
When I pause, the hum is rim.
May your day expand in ever-increasing warmth and wider rims.
