Watching a particular cherry tree

Staring at that one particular cherry tree today
the one i watched before i can remember-
branches bending, knowing, in soft wind again
recalling or at least revealing where
Wind comes from, as a breeze does on skin; just as I was,
three sea gulls crossed over, and
a copper’s hawk
and hummingbird passed by suddenly
in that old tremble of things-
all just being themselves
miraculously. And me
there watching it
all, finally still enough to see well.