ways, a piece

A gentle chirp stirs in the stillness
A light, a pulsation to recollect
Acknowledgement, and it all fades,
Attempt to remain, to catch the wisps

Clarity, and then the prick of coolness
The slightest hesitation before settledness
Continuing, moving along, get going
Check, double check, assurance of completeness

An arm into the street, the approaching
Into and onto, an understanding without words
Arrival, a wave, a parting then a greeting
Quiet, a coolness in the air, patience

Enter, verification and indication
Located, opened; stowed and seated
A gentle voice, closing, a rhythmic hum
The tempo increases, but the dynamic remains steady

A lone wave, an equally lone response
The dim yellow orbs grow smaller and smaller
A few heads rest down
Looking ahead, looking out into the darkness

A quiet tap, a hushed voice, an offer is accepted
A shimmer in the air, then two and two, a peel and a rip repeated
Stir, stir, stir
A reminder of habit and routine

Through the glass, it begins to peek in
The warmth, radiance, unhurried; recognition of a new morning
Seated, watching, all in awe of the handiwork
The brilliant, glorious reveal

Gentle movement in the distance,
Glide, soar up above the clouds
Not one, not two, but a flock
All in the bask of the daylight

A turn, a tunnel, then the open
Overlooking, on a cliff, passing by
Bright, clear and blue - incredible
The stillness that we are led beside

Another tap, more of a knock
A tray is presented; a humble assortment
Thanks is given
Then it is eaten

A drift off, some quiet time, then
Awakened to the towering rocks surrounding
Strong and steadfast, unchanging
The peaks dotting the landscape

Soon, it changes again, making way
Soft but with vibrant hues, they graze on it
To lie down in it
Plentiful and sustaining to them

The hands move; what hands have made approaches
A return to what is known
Slowing down, a rit.
A stop, another voice, rustling is heard

Terminal, everyone must go
A small group awaits, but one in particular
A wave, a greeting, an embrace
Now to embark on the last leg

Another method, this time smaller
Zooming through, the big gives way to the small
In the behind view, it descends
Solid, but weary with age; still glowing with grandeur

A click, closing, another click
A reminiscent scent greets
The sound of approaching - each one distinct
Heard, seen, and touched

Shared, together to fill
At times quiet, but full of understanding
Finished, scrape, scrub, wash
Nod, a wave until the next

Upon the resting place, remembering
Thoughtful reflection in the watches of the night
Contentment; gratitude
In all things