Thursday

Morning Coffee, Spring 2009

I've got well loved laugh lines
and night skies lit as day

Between Ceremony and Passage there is waiting --
In front and behind beginning is ending.

I've got riddles riding rainstorms
and a sideways sunrise.

There is morning coffee and chasing light --

There are pink hills and a faded moon,
high noon filtered through a vein of green.

This is one, beginning . . .