Moon lit
April morning
early
You plod
to the kitchen
and caffeine
then stand
at the back door
and watch the light
snap on in houses
You open the door
and listen to the racket
the birds are making

To you it's cacophonous din
To God
it's Mozart.
—Ken Gibble, Greencastle, Pennsylvania, is a retired Church of the Brethren pastor. These days, instead of writing sermons, he writes poetry (mostly) and other stuff.