like girlfriends chatting over orange-spice tea,
cactus wrens in background appear to be
interrupting each other--excited
over morning light.  chatter blends nicely
with high-pitched hummingbird voices that match
wing flutter.  in this alcove of mesquite
they dip and hover, imbibing trumpet
flower essence.  connecting branch to limb,
this vining bridge brings red to visit green.
with eyelids on hold, I listen.  driplets
of bug banter, plant pulse.  we all soak up
new day's sun.  it weren't for these critters
I share this meditation with, I'd be
cross-legged, indoors, imaging flight. 

Sally Ehrman