Sitting with friends at the table
Drinking tea
Talking about things
Where am I?
Who am I?
Standing on the corner, looking for the train
choo choo
smokey wind blowing in my hair to the horizon
what to find at the bottom of the mug?
where it all came from
out in those fields going by
tip of the nose tickled
goofy science giggle goggling
teeth, lips, cheeks and smugs.
Sea foam baby deliveries
Gooseberry trail trimmings
White flash, white tail
Sunshine, solar flares
Mitsubishi car stares
Cars, cars cars,
boo
Dead and dying
Leaving for tomorrow
Leaving today
Whispering of nothing
Sitting looking at tomorrow
Tomorrow has no sunrise
Except for the one that comes this morning
When I close my eyes
I cannot tell the difference between morning and night
The sun is always blazing and bright
Yet empty and sparkling like the twilight
This charade darkens my heart
Until I see through the soft madness of a water color sunrise
brightening up the world in one magical instant
The morning that is each sorrow in my heart
In this moment uplifted to perfect glory
How can I share this with my kin?
This sunlight permanently etched on my face
That shatters dreams with such purity
That leaves me standing still where I sit
Colossal beginning I care not to leave
An arc of Zen penetrating into the core of my being
Reminding me who I am
A stroke of a paintbrush in the evening catching the last of the light
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