Sun rising over Port Townsend bay,

letting warmth and light splinter on

plush forrest floor.

Sleeping beneath towering trees

calms the overactive soul

we have become.

Large water bodies free the spirit

from the pain bodies we’ve allowed.

Time away from chaotic cacophony

of sweltering city superficiality refills

the shrinking heart.

God is here: in the water,

in the trees, in the light,

through the darkness,

watching.

Even the little bird hopping sees.

Even he is watching God watching.