Do I need a sign,
waking to the soft morning light,
sleep a distant future away,
that today I dare to be content?I am the sign.
I am the eagle suspended in the valley.
The avocados dripping,
vainly glorious.Silvery new leaves
on the Illawarra Flame Tree
after the rain.
I am all of this hot mess of creation and destruction.Folding into itself.
I am the sign.
That this day I dare to be.
Then make myself a cup of tea.
Image credit: Anne Nydam