Days

There is time in these days
and we are living in them
products of flowers a bird
making sounds only we can hear
with our human ears the other
speaking into a cup
making space where there is none
it's just us in the light of morning
drinking in staying put
marking a spot with an X
that says stop
and sit a minute
there is nothing left to do
and we are doing it-
may I do it with you?