decompressing

decompressing
extraneous noise, drowning
the flicker of a chickadee
sitting upright on a neighboring tree

it's the way you call out to me

from across the driven river music
braiding words, with birds,
cowrie shells mingling with pine cones

beneath the shade of a eucalyptus tree
so early, our breath coalesces
as droplets on window panes,
lips pressed to the glass

feeling the chilled air meeting
up so close with warm honeyed lips
so early, we trust the sun will rise
even if it's not in our eyes

we welcome the ability
to not theorize, just to simply be--
breathing moments,
with widened open eyes

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14