Blue jay and rattling school bus traffic
and the clouds busy in cover-up tricks
that hint at the periphery unease
listing my loved ones and their fell disease
low-lying gray swift moving under white
the layers of this day–a chopper’s whine
and though the sun tries valiantly to shine
on these crossroads of varying timelines
humankind sentence pathological
lexical meaning astrological
numerology of the day replete
lion’s gate eight-eight infinity beat
how I meander through the secret ways
patterns emerge, do I sleep through or wake?
A sweat-bee hovers. I’m attentive. Ciao.
The day is here. Bring on your A-game now.