I wonder in the cool

Bright and breaking

Still air dawn

As a truck backs up

With that beepbeepbeep

Somewhere away from here

Adding to the beauty

Making it perfect somehow

As I sit beneath

A dappled canopy of greens

Here light, there dark

I wonder

How many mornings does one get?

Mornings where I can see

Blue beyond each and every

Tall and branching tree

Mornings where I can feel

Small kisses of breeze

That pass shamelessly along my skin

Sending sure knowledge

That for now I am alive

Without sadness or hate

And a momentary absence

Of vengeance to satiate

Just me in the world

At peace and in love.

How many mornings does one get

To be still and sit weightless

Held in place

By this welcoming earth?

Too few to count…

Best hold this embrace

For as long as it lasts,

May it be forever in a moment.