When gifted an early morning,
when something wakes you, holds you
in its pre-dawn hand and will not let you go…
To see clouds, you have to look up.
You have to take your eyes off your feet
and stop, or risk falling.
It’s easy to love life
under blue sky,
arms thrown wide to the weather;
sun shining, highlighting
life’s soft curves….
In this space
between earth and sky,
the here and almost-not,
what moves you?
What will you come apart for?