Music 101

At the seabird convention

Silence pulls the covers off me,

I shiver awake to my breath, my step

as I shuffle tossing rocks, shells, sand with my muckboots

Enshrouded along with the widgeons in the deafening mist,

I witness Grace convening this morning,

and I become an auditing student hovering in the back row of mallard music 101

Listening in to seagulls, buffleheads, mergansers 

whistles&peeps, trills&dweeks

Hearing the frequencies of wonder, reflection, consecration of new day

Though I’m wobbly, trudging along the beach

Lurking the perimeter of the ducks’ auditorium

I cannot escape the learning in my bones,

The gravity of my own Grace

Sung into me by the flocks gathering, an early convention on meaning, connection—

In vibrations of intimacy

Always available to me in Life’s classroom—

To begin again, surrendering to the rhythm of life,

Remembering I belong to the music of love