The Morning Says
The morning says ‘be with me’-
I mean the morning with a face-
and a call-
fresh throat bird music
coming across poles and trees
across the just shifting last lick of pink sky
As it chases the white-blue-of-first-thing-in-the-morning-sky
The shiver we get at first thing
Is it the cool or the adrenalinic tremble of
this perfect brand new thing before us
The Morning says
Be with me