Viscous dreams,
Too slick for me to grab onto,
ease me into this day
framed in gold by sun and cloud
I am buoyant today
made light by the little things
that astound me
The rhythmic chirp of a cricket, its legs Olympian in their steady song
The chatter of house wrens, bickering in the ivy
The brief scent of rain, telling tales of thunderheads
far off to my west
My feet find the earth,
cracked and dry
yet steady
And I stand here, in wonder,
certain that a marching band is just around the corner,
instruments to lips, waiting for the signal to begin.
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