Early morning mind,
pristine, as sleep 
dissolves into sensation:
   the gentle tap-dance of rain,
   dogs stirring in their beds
      (the sleep of the just),
   summer breeze flowing through
      the screens, accompanied by
      a multifarious bouquet of
      birdsongs.


Pristine,
   before thought
   and a false certainty
   of attaching words
   to what appears
   and vanishes.