This morning's succulent pregnancy
holds infinite possibilities of a 5 am kind--
ones that tickle the fancy
before ten thousand thoughts rush in.
Be embraced by the unspeakable
that tells all, says all, and more.
Be held in a thimble, completely full,
yet, never runs dry;
heavy, yet light to bear;
as grace's sweet tongue licks her lips.
Everything is gratitude and understanding--
at the deepest levels.
Just ask a ripe peach.