01.05.14

G-d sent for me this morning,

blew the mouth of our house open wide

fluffing its cheeks and nudging me

with life-saving air, crisp and cool

(as January is) and I move enough

to greet my maker with a morning yawn,

releasing the staleness of my own dreams

that fell awe-full

at the threshold of inside and out

as He, pardon me, They,
came winding through,
Spirit awakening the bells,

combing through the chimes,

conducting the hounds to key up

and wake the trees, reluctant as high-school boys

to do anything but flex and shoulder up to one another

growing used to their more manly stature

but still taking strength in numbers.

they circle, bend, resist, surrender and fine-tune 

to both the familiar and yet an altogether new day,
shake birds free to fuss about from branch to branch—

oh, the strength of limbs, I think as I agree in my soul

to a continual communion, becoming identified, known.

I threw off my cover, and met them in the middle of earth

to end my fast of words and join them in the clarity of morning:

You are, and I am alive…

Yes, me too.