Morning reverie:
the charming redolence of
a woman's wet hair.

A lighted window
asks in the early morning dark
what daylight will bring.

await that clarifying moment

or the difference in illumination

in which at last they will finally 

recognize the hidden strangers

among all the familiar faces.

The many dialects of wind-assisted leaves the forest curates.

Surf and shore together constantly improvising their ancient dialogue.

The polyglot of rumbling, ticking and twanging in the built environment. 

Except when fractured, the inexorable background murmur of tectonic plates.

Beneath them all, the eternal colloquy of energy and matter trading places.