Everyday 

Some ideas don't hide in the hills

existing because we are intended

to go find them, but fly the same

as wind does what it does, as seas

lift on spaces called by the moon.

It is not an effort it is somewhere

here nearby where time is patience

for its own dissolve, for what is

definable by what resides being

spontaneous inside the common.

Today at breakfast followed along

with a cup of coffee which is music.

Or a form of stillness presented in

forms of phrases and measures, set

to the length of feeling attention.

 

So, yesterday then tomorrow as real

as tomorrow that becomes yesterday,

both folded within the cover living

through the present, only grasped

by a mutual exchange of milliseconds.

What makes for a draft of history

while I then chart my own routes

but those too, those too.... simplest

news with sunlight, quartered silence,

hover of irreconcilable fragments.

None too different than a left shoe 

not knowing the pace of its direction.

Have it be meek or might, this leads

as it does and defined in the spirit

of choice and what follows is next.

Sunset again, a drink from the earth

satiated with original natural color.

Memory of a child who felt thought

growing relation as an imagination

of grass, dewdrops born with stars.