Possible

The day sits with the cool lightness of morning
Wind touches gently, full of dew fresh opening
A welcome to beginnings everywhere, as gentle
As this awakening within, claimed in the night
As stars shoot by, leaving the trail to walk, if
We are but open to hold the lightness of being
And becoming in the breeze that whispers
Anything is possible without the weight of
Long lost hope and the buzz of indifference