Calvin Denson Lehman
It’s not quiet, really.
I sit and I wait for the world to awaken but the birds are already singing, and in the distance I can hear a train.
It’s good to stop and listen, sometimes,
Listen to the rumble of cars passing by and the beat of my heart and the crunch of grape-flavored ice
That I took from the freezer on my way out.
Before the sky has bloomed in light,
The world is full of energy and
In this moment, I am at its center.
Awake. Observing. Still.
And I am not one for grand revelations,
More like quiet observations.
I sit with the world, and it is good.