all from my bedroom window: skeins & v shapes of cormorants roll on in the grey sky, maybe seven lots headed down river maybe I hear the rush of their wings a slow murmur of wind & waves in the southern distance  the air is apprehensive it might rain soon several swallows dart in & around & past & to top it off God gets  a black shouldered kite to hover 15 feet from my vision, & the reedy ground - wings perfectly primed, immaculate torso, flickering, quivering,  whiteness, intense, searching for breakfast time for me to arise & shine, for my Light has come.