So still so sunny and so Sunday
is this early day,
what’s done needs to be quiet:
a white butterfly
by the red fuses of the fuchsias.
The sounds are the sea
that only breaks its silence
meeting other elements,
and a hummingbird saying tek!
tek! as it attacks the fuchsias.
Nothing else says anything.
I am trying to be still.
This is the church I go to
to hear the hymns and prayers
and see the light.