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.