Morning in Sedona

There is a secret 

to the sun 

on the juniper tree

this morning,

to the javelina and their babies

standing shy and defiant

on their sharp little hooves,

to the flowering cactus

and the aloe

and the impossible towering rocks

across the valley.

It is the secret of the blood

flowing through my veins,

through the tiny vessels in my ears,

roaring, like every other stream

in the world,

flowing from the beginning

of the creation of the world.

The juniper tree 

knows this secret.

This morning

I find that 

I know it too.

December 6, 2012