sitting at my computer

dappled sunlight dancing 

through my bedroom window

I pause

the violin on the radio

and the tea kettle in the kitchen

are in such flawless harmony

at first I don’t realize 

the voice of the steaming kettle

is not another violin

I pause

a rush of gratitude

from every pore in my body

the violin, the tea kettle 

the nearest star

a universe in harmony

and mortal me, 

as humble as the tea kettle

as perfect as the violin

as splendid as the nearest star 

am an indispensable part 

of that harmony.

– Rabon