Early Morning
Each morning you're there like an early morning dew bending new spring grass
Like an unsolicited email from the promotions department
The first breeze whispers your presence
And touches each cell of my skin like a long-time lover's light soft kiss on the lips
The pre-dawn crimson sky subtly beckons
The far-off song of a morning bird sweetly heralds
And the answer to this call is with me
I feel the breeze, see the sky, and hear the song
I need to respond by bending my will to yours
Reaching for the edge of the sky the waves of the world lap at my feet
This pregnancy of joy in the early morning leads towards the delight of the day
Becoming
This is new to me and I'm, unfortunately, cautious
Breathe deep, jump into the deep end, and eat with both hands
My ears bleed from the sound silence makes
Dance in the wind with the spores of dandylions
My lungs fill but not all the way, I am not sated by the meal
Feet do not move to the tune but my toes tap
Wishing is not doing
Oh well, there's always tomorrow