Everything’s a gong now—
the clang of the spoon in the mixing bowl,
the growl of the water rushing in the pipes,
the ding of the microwave’s timer,
the crow—
what isn’t an invitation to show up,
to offer the moment all our attention—
scent of pizza, barking dog, lawn mower,
sweet rose tea, that voice in my head,
the chime of the changing light.