the never-ending
meditation

continues in
this early
morning
squirrels on

the porch
and in the trees
the lake is still
the silence

blue I've belled
the cat made
coffee and
am ready

with my pencil
to accept
whatever
mind imagines

is its music
or its body
or its gold
I've hung

the niger
thistle-seed
and am
waiting

for the cloud
of goldfinches
I hear is near
to appear.