Serendipity

In the soft cobalt dawn at 5 am and some,

The sparrows have come

Alive, the crows know exactly what to say

The cuckoo calls out: it's alright to be crazy three times a week

Jasmine flowers bloom on the windowsill,

The murmuring pigeons aren't still

Preening and primping themselves,

Quivering, trembling, shaking away the drizzle

With confusing urgency until

The clouds, confused, they are 16 again

Trying on no less than 7 hues, brimming with emotion

"I just cannot decide what to wear"

There is no preemption

No call-to-action

Morning swoops in, embracing us

It isn't unpunctual, yet unpredictable

There has been no orchestrator to this chorus

The flowers always bloom, the clouds never forget to blush

They just know

And in all my memories of the future

I'm decked to the nines, body, and soul

When I rush to open the door

There are no knocks, no bells, no cues, no need for them

You are already here

You know

I know