We walk in the early morning fog,
our steps muffled, our breath mingling with the breath of the earth.
We pass the sleeping houses and stop in a cloud
of blooming jasmine, inhaling deeply,
we are transported out of the timestream,
into a pocket of aroma that is heaven scent.
Somewhere a bird is courting, trilling notes that
are so pure they tingle the skin of my face.
I realize I have been standing with eyes closed
my dog patiently seated beside me, waiting.
I let out the breath I didn’t notice I was holding
and we go forward into the day.