This Morning

I have nothing 

to say about the

pinpricks of sunrise

dropping pebbles of 

light through summer

leaves into the vast

quietness that knows

itself already.

It speaks.

It tends the world

with questions.

It needs nothing

more from me.

But there’s something

else I want you to hear,

clearly and gently:

Your presence on the Earth

is vital.

Your way of being here

has worth.

Just because a life never fits

easily into systems of profit

or utility doesn’t mean it's

frivolous or nonessential.

Productivity isn’t always

the same thing as fruitful.

Even now, somewhere 

there’s a soul breathing

easier because you manner

of existence softened

yesterday’s hard silence.

Thank you for being alive

again this green morning.