in the midst of beginning

     it is the quiet of the moon, shining in the grey blue sky
             the brisk, unexpected cool of this August morning
             the stillness of daybreak holding its breath
             the delicate birdsongs giving birth to a new day

     such simple elegance
              fills an empty heart
              soothes a battered spirit
              and allows the spark of gratitude to ignite trust

     sitting in the midst of beginning
              something tentatively eager opens in me
              and I can breathe