Fresh and awake, everything new,
Blessed, we head into the day.
Sun and coffee. God, give us a kiss.
Turn the wheel one more time,
Make plans, and hope for the best.
Three deer stand in the meadow below.
Dew clings to their hooves and tails flit.
They scatter at the first negative charge.
I have not spent much time in this part
Of myself, buried under so much rubble,
Beneath tumbled skyscrapers, silting in.
We head to an island, beyond ourselves,
And yet somehow our own. The painted
Green of mind and spirit mimics the trees.
I cannot count the times and passages,
Dreamt up in some bigger dream itself,
Out of earlier selves and people now gone.
Evergreen mind, come back to us in
The eternal, tumbling, June evening air.
Fill my brimming heart about to break.
