Sometimes when I hear
the first coo of the mourning dove
as it breaks through 
the darkness just before dawn,
I imagine myself 
melting 
into
its 
melody
and
traveling within
the comfort and peace
of its notes
as they fill the air 
with their nourishing energy
like the wind in sun-soaked sails. 
Then I imagine 
the joy I could bring
if I were willing 
to remain
nestled within those notes
feeding on that energy,
instead of going it alone
and 
getting caught up 
in the noise of this world.