At the first of day

At the first of day
I hear the gulls
and then the mourning doves,
a single crow.
I am filled
With the light of the sky.
Here the sky is all around me
always changing
never changing.
The clouds assemble
in a thousand ways
the sky moves ever outward
my mind spirals inward
closing in upon itself.
Thoughts are too hurried
too demanding –
I want a mind
that empties like the sky,
that moves
toward the stars,
the universe –
forever searching
always changing
never changing.