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