We all got there at 4:30 am
just in case dawn decided to come early
the grass around the tree slightly damp
a few sat on boulders nearby
others leaned against the tree trunk
I decided to lay on my back in the grass
didn't want to miss a second of
Mother Nature saying good morning
Zahara broke out in a piercing shriek
but it was elongated like a summoning of
Truth-Tellers, the loud-quiet types
who spew the honest to goodness
but only when you ask
for fear that you can't handle it
most can't or won't or simply don't believe
Brother Bruce put a quiver behind it
with his hand-clapping and beat-boxing
humming from the younger ones
open mouth singing from the elders
different lyrical-lecture-like words spinning
together with passionate non-verbal
physical glide-flutter-leaping types
splitting air-bound flexibility
blessing the energy
yes Mother was waking up
the higher she rose the stronger the voices
the one who came from Tokyo
fluidly pampered hearing ears with sonnets
it was something special to be in the company of
counted among those entrusted to
a calling to hold in memory
document in writing
press on record
capture with moving tape
digital devices and such
share with the universe
a word, a tradition, a lesson,
a gift, a seed to be planted
new birth like a spiritual dunk
in the sea water growing strong
like this tree we surround
giving windows to the freshness
daybreak now upon us
all of us here gathered
sermon-ing, sharing, offering
and more so...just being
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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