Dawn generates pink coolness between
rooflines and tall fences. Fanciful means
this fleeting beauty intense and crow-flown
so far beyond these skies I claim. I own
what is reflected. Mated geese swift south
flight. Movement’s delight. I gallivant, bow
to earth then rise and heavens pull my gaze
half moon directly over head. Rose daze
clouds like a stairway over praying trees.
Again, on knees. Worry-illusions cease
outside the wired box. Spewed poison talks
loosen their grip. I’m sane. Onward I trip
along in childlike wonder. Life magic
power I wield. Profound joy and tragic
indicative my voice impacts, shatters
ancient stories. Speaking true. Words matter.