if there ever was a sight more perfect 
than a pair of early morning bluebirds
tending to their nest

i haven’t seen it

though there are, perhaps, other ways 
of sensing that God is among us

just as coffee fills the cups
and the teeth are polished
and the pants pulled on one leg at a time 
as the earth puts on and puts off flowers

but you know how i carry on 
about nature 
and its starry-eyed wonders

you know how my heart explodes 
with the miracles of early morning birds
of every shape and color and song

but so doesn’t yours?
 
in the small hours of the morning
don’t you, too, feel the force 
of the cosmos moving through you?