Meditation at Shoreline

Everything I have ever done

has prepared me for this.

Everyone I have ever touched

has led me to this embrace.

Everywhere I have ever been

has brought me here.

Every now is a yes

unfolding.

Mockingbird’s refrain,

slow moan of ocean breath,

swaying sea oats gleaming,

cricket’s whistle,

our neighbor’s flapping flag –

none of these could surprise

or delight if it were not

for all that went before.

Even this tiny seabird with its rusty song

would be only a bird among other birds

(greasy crows, squealing gulls, stalking sandpipers)

had it not been

for everything

everything

I have ever done.