In the morning, I’ve already evolved
from last night’s poem, a springboard. How love
propels us through unthinkable challenge.
How we waken in subsequent balance.
I walk like a dancer, shaking my ass.
And it’s so wet, bare feet leave trails on grass.
Shedding the controversy, reconcile.
This open heart summons the nuanced smile.
Bolstered by coffee, so the headache’s gone
I’m ready for the journey. Bring death on
its precipitous rushes and slow falls.
I’m here alert, lucky to feel it all.
Featured image: the snowball hydrangeas are blooming.