Before a conversation or a black mirror makes me aware of a stream outside of me,
I wait
Like the wine rests
A roast that simmers in grandma’s oven
We anticipate
Before distilled observations of a awareness let fly into some algorithmic webs
Find the rhythm
I wait
Before the day shows up to demand its worth
I watch the world and we awake
one more day (un dia mas)
Aware there will still be places to go and people to see
The first wave has started with the birds
so I make an exchange
One small and hidden to my left
2 syllable
rise/fall
high to low pitch