This Morning, Again
I am here on this porch
maybe there's a word we've never heard before for this
deep green blue and yellow corner
facing up never less than awe if I could
tell you what I love so deeply
so much forever how rare to love this way
some of life this long reach of sky
birds and a neighbor saying goodbye
noise and quiet and light
always light even in winter
even late at night and then every single
day in a way that is worth repeating
we forget get lost
in what we can't do can't change
when I sit in the very same spot looking up
just looking up early every single day
sounds and light and I am here
just right here