to tell you of the sweep of sensations that take my breath these days
how the green of grass carries a deeper green
the sky is vaster
the heart beats faster
to tell you of opening the blue jar of multitudes
-- their colors --
shapes --
and the weight of dust & shame
-- relieved
removed --
and
how loss cuts sharper
longings departure
wish I could tell of the sweetness of small hands
and the brilliant love thrumming there
(but you probably know that)
how as the sun breaks thru the west windows it
brings
a radiant moment's prayer
look at how the wind scatters the blossoms of the apple trees
to tell you ...
