I’m thinking of Mary Oliver’s forever line, “what will you do with your one wild incredible life?”
Time is limited, yet should we root ourselves into time?
Truly there is nothing ordinary only our perceptives?

Today, gusty winds are blowing out on Lake Ann. My morning write –
wind fans
scatter across Lake Ann
tree brances frame a sky cup
dancing to and fro in early morning light
song birds shelter underneath the evergreens
as the wind blows through