high art

to affect the quality of the day,
that is the highest of arts.
every man is tasked to make his life,
even in its details,
worthy of the contemplation
of his most elevated and critical hour.
~thoreau

the morning has come in moist..
with a veil of reflective dove grey..
the haze is a mirror for deep mind..
that only stillness, only silence can uncloak..

it is good to be still..
to sit and watch things..
no end insight..
only for its own sake..awake!

the movement and bustle of day's arrival..
winging ones peruse the air currents
for the morning's mantra ~
begin again