Nirvana?

Inside four walls

the body wakes at dawn,

the mind already restless.

I step out in the backyard.

Clouds drift.

Mist falls softly.

A bird shrills

from the tip of the Italian spruce.

A crow flies

to begin his day.

A ruby-throated hummingbird

sips quietly from the feeder.

The garbage truck rattles past

with yesterday’s remains.

Yet, the apricot tree blooms,

the Buddha sits still beneath it.

In that stillness,

nothing is missing.

Nirvana?