Be Coming

Eyes gently closed.

Hands on lap.

Feet on floor.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Morning light

warms my prayer.

A buzzing buzzes my ear.

My eye opens

and shuts.

I remain in stillness.

My companion darts

from window to plant to arm.

Thoughts wander.

“Am I being invited to play?”

Thoughts respond.

“No, not all about me.”

I marvel

at true mastery.

Effortlessly,

he is living his best life;

flying his best fly.

Diligently,

I work to

become my best be.