Waking
up to the day,
ah,
just now, a touch of light,
waking
up to play,
and
the dance of the brace
as it
parties in the sky -
I am
graced with looking
at
prayer, piled, like mountains, high -
this
morning,
titillation,
prayer,
grace,
gifts
-
I am
rested,
and
in that rest,
buoyance
blooms,
like
the meadows,
as
they spring
from
the earth,
waving
color,
like
wings.
the
rose of my being is open,
heart
spread out
like
a fish,
and happy to be filleted
to
feed many people
with
joy, love, and grace -
when
I am joy,
can I
write anything
of
coherence
or
must I just sit here,
a
fish leaping
up
and down
out
of the sea -
my
sons tell me of a humpback whale
rescued,
who,
waited quietly
while
the divers worked
to
release,
and
then, the whale swam to each diver,
with
a touch, of thanks -
how
can I not vibrate
in
the grace
of
knowing divers
were
touched, in thanks,
by a
humpback whale -
song
fills my heart -
the
whale and the lark
arc
song in my parts -
the
dance is poignant,
and
strong -
so,
so,
sew -
bow
the heart
with
ribbons and string -
tie
up the world
as
much as you can -
kiss
a humpback whale
as it splashes and leaps
of your feet, and your hands -
hmmmm
-
the
sky aglaze today,
reminding
me of lemon bundt cake -
I
have the perfect recipe now -
Soak
the zest of the lemon
in
its own juice -
I lay
my coating gently down,
Enter
like a tub,
the
simmering brew inside -
Softly
I rub
any
bitterness aside
left
without a glove -