A Poem of Being for Feb. 1

by bryan maynard

I am not a poet, but I am a poet at heart, attempting to learn to be…(and not always live a few feet apart from where I am).

The pre-dawn sun

is mapping the sky

in indigo hues.

…no, wait,

the colors are


Right before my eyes.

Indigo plumes gilded now

with violets. Then pastels,

darker at first, yet ever

so subtly highlighting,


I am here.

I know I am…

Seeing, letting be.

Feeling, letting be.

Letting be, there is.

Everything simply is!