Too loud to hear the blessings

I know so little. I am so brief.

Bathe.

Trees are holy things.

Knowing.

Patient.

I am so hurried. I am so loud.

Paddle in the water. Quiet as death. The glass ripples.

Loon, my brother. Loon, my sister. Sing me your blessing.

I am too loud.

The sun rose.

The sun rose so perfectly. We stopped our arguing for a moment and looked outward again.

The sun rose so perfectly. Right at the last minute, before we ruined everything.

The sun rose so perfectly.