THIS!

My soul feels my body is in trouble.
Each ache a morse coded message.
Each wrinkle a form of holy braille.

I wander out into the star scarred night.
My lungs drinking from the icy view.
Seeing a tree spray-painted in frost, I stare.
A silent connection fills me.

THIS feels familiar.
So familiar,
A relative?
A friend?
A lover?

THIS is reminding me.
Nature is reminding me.
I am not just an aging body.
I am not my thoughts.
I am how I choose to act.
And today, right now,
I will act lovingly,
I will not falter,
I will sense everything's call to love.

I am never alone in THIS.
I am one with those that stay asleep.

Incubated by THIS divine body,
Its sacred connections touching my soul,
Holding its presence so tightly.

Together:
We age,
We feel pain,
We seek answers.

In the seeking,
We find the tone of:
Silence—

—Hearing an owl's concern,
My silent mask begins to thaw,
As I await for dawn to mirror THIS love.