How Am I Doing?

 

How Am I Doing?

 

I am a small bud, nothing

really flowering at the moment.

In the pause of silence & dark

In the metamorphosis of hope,

that is me on the back step.

This morning I have risen early

to feed the stray cat that stays

a good distance away.

I like his suspicion & sharp stares

I like that he does not fling himself

into the hopes of a home

because in reality

I prefer the wild birds.

I prefer unchoked songs throated

through the high windows

of a dark blue morning.

I like the dazzle of sun striking

streak by streak through the trees

& I do not care if my face is open

or lined by exposure

I drop my radiant youth

in the grasses of the universe

I look upward & suppose God

has a busy day filled

with galactic moments.

I lift my wrist so that He may feel

the frailty of my pulse,

still drumming gratitude,

a hidden clock beating

into the implacable eyes

of Heaven.

 

 

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Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

How Am I Doing? Exceedingly creative and impressive I would say, judging by this wonderful compassionate composition. As long as your wrist keeps pulsing - keep writing!

Excellent!

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

[W.k.kortas]

The gutsiest piece of writing I have ever read. Welcome home.