Hovering

וְרוּחַ אֱלֹהִים מְרַחֶפֶת עַל פְּנֵי הַמָּיִם
“God’s spirit was hovering on the face of the waters.” Genesis 1:2
A moment before dawn it’s all possibilities,
like before the birth of the world.
Spirit is hovering, pure, innocent, complete, capable of all things.
The day’s headlines haven’t yet been written.
A bird high up on a wire, facing east, is doing a bird dance,
excited, pacing, head bobbing up and down,
song echoing in the street.
A world of wisdom, love, abundance and peace is still possible.
Now it’s my turn.