Dissipating

It's a little miracle;
-the kind you see -
nor hear!

But when I'm feeling sad,
I watch the birds taking flight...
wings spread open.

And I love to sing.

All sorts of songs.

In my practice of being a poet.

I write.

In my practice of being a man?

A warm latte, a cup of love.

I possess no dogma.

My timing is - perfect -