Humming with every sway.
Eyes closed as the smoke passes by.
White sage, a superstitious remedy.
Just in case.
Transported by imagination,
To that interstellar plane
When dreams cavort with feeling.
And every last exhausting drop
Of a beautifully busy,
Enlightening day reminds me of the gifts
I forget in the concrete park of yesterday.
And I fly like the hawk
Remembering my wings know the way.