And You Make the Rest

An atmosphere of gray clouds and sightless wind

with flights of ambivalent sparrows punctuated

by nothing other than the insitence of the crow.

Is that enough to spark your kick along? Wait for luck, 

your enduring chance like an owl or clear full moon.

Brief radiant arrival without claim. Rarity that exists

simply with patience, then choice of what to make of it.

The day may have started short with a callus for a norm

but immediate material is out there to exclaim and then

its all on you to bewilder with phenomena's accretion. 

Miraculous innocence lifting its own vast summoning 

beyond measurement, of 'been there, done that'.

So now let's try this again. An endless atmosphere

for sightless infinity of aspects pearled by noticing

and so exclaimed by everything, which does not ask,

nor involve, none of your own requirement. Why yes.

Fresh snow, the cold and this home, a settlement down 

over the world known to itself simply through our living.