Peekaboo with the moon
One eyed wink above Beaver Peak
Snow feathered white pine needles
Vestiges of storm clouds parting
Cerulean blue slips between
Liminal space appear and disappear
Thoughts wafting through an active mind
More than human world speaks to
Slow time, movement rooted in being
Presence of stillness, grace, equanimity
Curl of the snow wave warps around the roof
Muffled, subdued, quietude, permeates
Glacial percolation into each cell